Dally didn't come back. Tim was tired of waiting for him to come, so he went out looking for him. He had his knife on him too, just in case he needed it. He wasn't happy, and Buck could tell.
"Where is he?" Tim growled at him.
"In the shower. Should be gettin' out soon." He stood in the doorway awkwardly. "He do somethin'?"
Tim just pushed past him and into Dally's room to wait for him. What he didn't expect was that Dally would come in without even a towel on.
The two of them stared at each other.
"Buck didn't do no laundry," Dally explained, face a little pink as he moved around the room to get dressed. Tim didn't make things any easier on him. He blatantly stared.
Mainly because he couldn't look away.
Dally dressed real quickly. The more clothing in between him and Tim, the better, probably. On top of that, he did kind of have some weird feelings for Tim, and while being naked in front of him sounded okay, now wasn't the opportune moment.
Or was it? Tim was practically slobbering all over himself. Dally was pretty oblivious as he finally sat down on the bed near Tim, clothed. "What is it?"
"Huh?"
"Why're you here?" said Dally, clearly annoyed.
Tim just looked away from Dally, sort of bowing his head. It wasn't like he hadn't seen him naked before, but . . . but . . . holy shit. He turned to look at Dally, just staring into his face. He wanted to kiss him.
He wanted to kiss him.
Oh fuck.
Dally slowly smirked. "Aw, c'mon. Ain't nothin' you haven't seen before."
Before Tim even knew what the hell he was doing, he grabbed Dally by the shoulders and shook him angrily, then held him still. He looked into those staring blue eyes, a little wide, quiet. He wanted him to stop judging him, dammit it, hated to look into his eyes like that at the moment, felt like that gaze was laying him open . . . so he kissed him.
He clutched him to him, the kiss all about force, all about domination, all about making Dally stop picking him the fuck apart. He was on top of Dally, who was lying on his back on the bed looking dazed when the kiss broke.
There was a startled noise from Tim as he looked down at that expression and felt like keeping it there.
Thus, it was Tim's turn to run off. Buck made some joke about asking if there was blood on the sheets. Tim barely even registered it.
Dally let him run. But he knew he'd be trying to find Tim again very soon. Tim wasn't just gonna walk away scot-free from that. He'd kissed Dally; he had kissed Dally. His fate was sealed.
