1 Slashed Tires Chapter 7
Rated pg-13 for obvious reasons
Disclaimer: You know the drill.
A/N: Tim's character is still changed. This chapter goes nowhere in the immediate plot but it was a helluva lota fun to write so meh. It's the "transition" piece. And sorry for the controversial terms etc. Beware the sexual innuendo, of which I am queen.
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It was a perfect picture. If only Two-Bit had remembered to steal a camera. Tim was sprawled, sweating and panting and red in the face on the ground. Dally was straddling him wearing only a pair of low cut jeans that were too big for him. They were slipping down around his hips, revealing the top of his white shorts.
He knew it wasn't what it looked like, but he cocked an eyebrow and gave them a suspicious look anyway. "Looks like that rumour could be true," he mused, stroking his chin in an effort to look serious. He expected Dally to snort and tell him to fuck off. But it seemed like someone had already messed with him.
"No! It's not - we're not - we were just fighting!" Dally said desperately. He shook his head violently. "We wouldn't ever - I wouldn't EVER do that with a GUY!"
"Your fly is open," Two-Bit replied with perfect comical timing.
Dally looked down and the look of horror that appeared on his face was absolutely PRICELESS. Tim burst out laughing. Two-Bit followed suit. Dally looked from one to the other quickly, his blush growing until he was bright red. Two-Bit gasped through his laughter.
"Glory Dallas! I ain't never seen you embarrassed! Gosh you're as red as a tomato!" He broke down laughing falling to the ground and beating it with his fists. Dally bit his lip. He was fiercely embarrassed, and that turned itself into a boiling anger for both of the older men. Glaring contemptuously at each of them in turn, he let loose a string of swear words, showing off his immense vocabulary.
Two-Bit snorted, encouraged by Tim's continued laughter. "Jesus Dally it was a fucking joke."
"Someone needs to loosen up," Tim teased, wiggling his fingers and grinning evilly. Two-Bit watched in fascination as Dallas's eyes widened and he backed off quickly from Tim.
"You wouldn't!" he gasped looking stunned. He staggered up only to be knocked down once again as Tim vaulted himself off the ground and tackled him. Sitting on Dally's legs Tim began to ferociously and mercilessly tickle the younger boy. Two-Bit gaped in astonishment as Dally burst out into helpless laughter, twisting and writhing uselessly under Tim's fingers.
"Stop!" He shrieked in a very unDallas-like fashion. "Argh! Stop it!"
"Say please." Tim was clearly enjoying torturing Dallas like this. Two-Bit hooted and clapped his hands, falling back on his butt as he laughed. Tim winked at him. "C'mon, help me hold him down!" he called.
"Do and DIE!" Dally yelped between peals of laughter.
Two-Bit ignored Dallas's threats and grabbed the blond's arms, stopping him completely from doing anything to lessen Tim's assault. Dally practically screamed with laughter, Tim's fingers dancing unhindered along the most sensitive places on his upper body.
"PLEASE!" Dally shouted, "There I said it - STOP!" He squealed in anguish when Tim only tickled him harder.
"Say pretty please," Two-Bit laughed.
"FUCK!" Dally yelled in response. The two older boys tumbled off of Dallas, laughing idiotically. Dally curled into himself his hands curled over his side, which had begun to ache furiously while he was laughing.
"I'm going to fucking kill you two," he gasped, closing his eyes and groaning softly with pain.
"Glory I never dreamed you would be ticklish Dally," Two-Bit said delightedly, wiping his watering eyes.
"Forget when I learned it. Seems like I always knew it." Tim had calmed down and was lying peacefully on the sparse grass and dirt that covered Buck's tiny property. The door to the house suddenly flew open and Buck staggered out, still obviously hung-over.
"Your stuff Dallas," he muttered, dropping the clothing down on the microscopic porch and turning back into his house.
Dally stood up slowly. He didn't want to move really, but he was cold and wanted his shirt. He staggered past Tim and flopped down on the steps pulling his clothing back on. Tim pushed himself up, and brushed the dirt off his jeans. His giddiness was gone, and he felt weird having done what he just did. He glanced at Dally, but the blonde was absorbed in his shoelaces, muttering to himself as he tied them wrong over and over. Tim smirked, then walked over to his car. He looked at Two-Bit, hesitating. He didn't want this to go around. It certainly did sound like something a faggot would do. Two-Bit gave him a sardonic smile assuring him without words that his rep wouldn't be ruined. Tim nodded curtly and slid into his car.
Two-Bit's eyes traveled back to Dallas. The younger boy had given up on his shoelaces and was pulling on his jacket. His movements were slower than his usual sharp pace and Two-Bit guessed he was hurting from some fight or another. He'd seen the bruises. Shrugging, he stood up and made his way languidly over to Dallas. The blonde glared at him, but there was no real hate behind the look. Still, to be safe Two-Bit waited a minute before he started talking. "I cam by with a message," he said simply. Then he waited. It took less than a minute before Dally sighed and dropped the look.
"What message?" he asked tiredly, resting his head in his own arms.
"Well, um, I was over at the Curtis house this morning, and, er, well, this story kinda came up," Two-Bit said carefully, handing Dally an article ripped from the morning paper. Dally took it and looked it over, his face expressionless. He handed it back to Two-Bit and shrugged. Two-Bit examined him closely, but the younger boy gave no indication at all as to what he feeling. Two-Bit sighed.
"It's Ponyboy and Johnny," he added.
"I know," Dally said impatiently. "But so what?"
"So." Two-Bit sighed running his hand through his hair.
"Darry wants to talk to you," he said flatly.
Rated pg-13 for obvious reasons
Disclaimer: You know the drill.
A/N: Tim's character is still changed. This chapter goes nowhere in the immediate plot but it was a helluva lota fun to write so meh. It's the "transition" piece. And sorry for the controversial terms etc. Beware the sexual innuendo, of which I am queen.
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It was a perfect picture. If only Two-Bit had remembered to steal a camera. Tim was sprawled, sweating and panting and red in the face on the ground. Dally was straddling him wearing only a pair of low cut jeans that were too big for him. They were slipping down around his hips, revealing the top of his white shorts.
He knew it wasn't what it looked like, but he cocked an eyebrow and gave them a suspicious look anyway. "Looks like that rumour could be true," he mused, stroking his chin in an effort to look serious. He expected Dally to snort and tell him to fuck off. But it seemed like someone had already messed with him.
"No! It's not - we're not - we were just fighting!" Dally said desperately. He shook his head violently. "We wouldn't ever - I wouldn't EVER do that with a GUY!"
"Your fly is open," Two-Bit replied with perfect comical timing.
Dally looked down and the look of horror that appeared on his face was absolutely PRICELESS. Tim burst out laughing. Two-Bit followed suit. Dally looked from one to the other quickly, his blush growing until he was bright red. Two-Bit gasped through his laughter.
"Glory Dallas! I ain't never seen you embarrassed! Gosh you're as red as a tomato!" He broke down laughing falling to the ground and beating it with his fists. Dally bit his lip. He was fiercely embarrassed, and that turned itself into a boiling anger for both of the older men. Glaring contemptuously at each of them in turn, he let loose a string of swear words, showing off his immense vocabulary.
Two-Bit snorted, encouraged by Tim's continued laughter. "Jesus Dally it was a fucking joke."
"Someone needs to loosen up," Tim teased, wiggling his fingers and grinning evilly. Two-Bit watched in fascination as Dallas's eyes widened and he backed off quickly from Tim.
"You wouldn't!" he gasped looking stunned. He staggered up only to be knocked down once again as Tim vaulted himself off the ground and tackled him. Sitting on Dally's legs Tim began to ferociously and mercilessly tickle the younger boy. Two-Bit gaped in astonishment as Dally burst out into helpless laughter, twisting and writhing uselessly under Tim's fingers.
"Stop!" He shrieked in a very unDallas-like fashion. "Argh! Stop it!"
"Say please." Tim was clearly enjoying torturing Dallas like this. Two-Bit hooted and clapped his hands, falling back on his butt as he laughed. Tim winked at him. "C'mon, help me hold him down!" he called.
"Do and DIE!" Dally yelped between peals of laughter.
Two-Bit ignored Dallas's threats and grabbed the blond's arms, stopping him completely from doing anything to lessen Tim's assault. Dally practically screamed with laughter, Tim's fingers dancing unhindered along the most sensitive places on his upper body.
"PLEASE!" Dally shouted, "There I said it - STOP!" He squealed in anguish when Tim only tickled him harder.
"Say pretty please," Two-Bit laughed.
"FUCK!" Dally yelled in response. The two older boys tumbled off of Dallas, laughing idiotically. Dally curled into himself his hands curled over his side, which had begun to ache furiously while he was laughing.
"I'm going to fucking kill you two," he gasped, closing his eyes and groaning softly with pain.
"Glory I never dreamed you would be ticklish Dally," Two-Bit said delightedly, wiping his watering eyes.
"Forget when I learned it. Seems like I always knew it." Tim had calmed down and was lying peacefully on the sparse grass and dirt that covered Buck's tiny property. The door to the house suddenly flew open and Buck staggered out, still obviously hung-over.
"Your stuff Dallas," he muttered, dropping the clothing down on the microscopic porch and turning back into his house.
Dally stood up slowly. He didn't want to move really, but he was cold and wanted his shirt. He staggered past Tim and flopped down on the steps pulling his clothing back on. Tim pushed himself up, and brushed the dirt off his jeans. His giddiness was gone, and he felt weird having done what he just did. He glanced at Dally, but the blonde was absorbed in his shoelaces, muttering to himself as he tied them wrong over and over. Tim smirked, then walked over to his car. He looked at Two-Bit, hesitating. He didn't want this to go around. It certainly did sound like something a faggot would do. Two-Bit gave him a sardonic smile assuring him without words that his rep wouldn't be ruined. Tim nodded curtly and slid into his car.
Two-Bit's eyes traveled back to Dallas. The younger boy had given up on his shoelaces and was pulling on his jacket. His movements were slower than his usual sharp pace and Two-Bit guessed he was hurting from some fight or another. He'd seen the bruises. Shrugging, he stood up and made his way languidly over to Dallas. The blonde glared at him, but there was no real hate behind the look. Still, to be safe Two-Bit waited a minute before he started talking. "I cam by with a message," he said simply. Then he waited. It took less than a minute before Dally sighed and dropped the look.
"What message?" he asked tiredly, resting his head in his own arms.
"Well, um, I was over at the Curtis house this morning, and, er, well, this story kinda came up," Two-Bit said carefully, handing Dally an article ripped from the morning paper. Dally took it and looked it over, his face expressionless. He handed it back to Two-Bit and shrugged. Two-Bit examined him closely, but the younger boy gave no indication at all as to what he feeling. Two-Bit sighed.
"It's Ponyboy and Johnny," he added.
"I know," Dally said impatiently. "But so what?"
"So." Two-Bit sighed running his hand through his hair.
"Darry wants to talk to you," he said flatly.