Disclaimer: I don't own The Outsiders. I own a car (which is over 10 years old) and a record player. That's about all.
Sorry this part is so short.
A Place to Crash
Chapter 8
"You heading home Johnnycakes?" Dally asked. It was getting late and almost everyone was thoroughly smashed.
"Yeah, I was going to." Johnny was getting sick of this. He hadn't been drinking and watching everyone else get falling down drunk was getting a little old.
"You could just stay here. Buck has extra rooms. It's pretty late." What am I saying? Dally asked himself. He was wishing he hadn't had that last beer.
"He won't mind?"
"Naw." Buck was passed out on a couch with the brunette sprawled on top of him.
Dally walked a little unsteadily into the back area, Johnny followed. Dally tried the doors to the rooms. To his annoyance only one was unlocked.
"We can share," He said, as large red flags went off in his brain.
Johnny didn't object.
The bed wasn't exactly wide. Dally laid down as close to the edge and possible so Johnny could lay next to him without being too close. Johnny turned off the light and laid down. It wasn't like he'd never shared a bed with someone before. He and Ponyboy used to have sleepovers like that all the time when they were little. Then he'd shared a bed with both Pony and Soda.
Dally was asleep before Johnny. Johnny was just about to fall asleep too, when Dally flung his arm over top of him.
I can't do this, Johnny thought. It just wasn't fair to be this close to Dally and sleeping there with him like that when they couldn't do anything. He wished he'd never gone over to the Curtis's that night when Dally was sick. If he hadn't have been able to hold Dally then, then maybe it wouldn't' have been so bad, but now he'd gotten a taste… Johnny shook his head climbed out from under Dally's arm. He lay down on the floor next to the bed. It was still better than the lot or his parent's house he supposed.
It was about five in the morning when Dally awoke with a start. He'd thought now that he was feeling better the dreams would go away. No such luck though. He was starting to sober up, and he didn't like it. He looked around, trying to remember where he was. Oh yeah, the back room at Buck's. He could have sworn that Johnny had been there with him though.
"Johnny?" He asked softly. "Johnny?"
"Yeah?"
"Are you sleeping on the floor?"
"Yeah."
"Oh. Why?"
"I thought it might be uncomfortable both of us sleeping in the bed like that…"
Dally was silent. He didn't know what he wanted. He despereately wanted Johnny sleeping next to him all cuddled up, but on the other hand things were safe like this. Uncomplicated. Uncomplicated was a good thing as far as Dally was concerned.
"It ain't uncomfortable for me," Dally said.
Johnny bit his lip. Did Dally have the slightest idea how hard this was for him? He climbed back into the bed. He couldn't stand it. Did Dally feel the tension too or was it just him? Johnny put his arm around Dally's shoulders and waited for the reaction. Dally pulled Johnny in closer to him. Johnny stifled a gasp as Dally's lips pressed up against his. They were so soft, Johnny thought. He never would have expected anything about Dally to be soft, but his lips were and so was his hair Johnny realized.
I must still be drunker than I thought, Dally told himself. He liked having an excuse. Dallas Winston didn't just go around kissing other boys. If he was sick that was one thing, or if he was drunk that was okay, but not under normal circumstances. 'Cause if I did it just because I liked it and not because I was drunk or sick well then that would mean I was gay, Dally reasoned.
Dally and Johnny fell back to sleep pressed up against each other.