A/N: Two things. First, thanks for the reviews! (Hugs) And second, there is a sex scene in this chapter. It's not graphic, but that's just for the very squeamish among you.
Tim looks over at Dally. His friend's face is illuminated by the orange light, and it makes him look both eerie and alluring. Tim doesn't know how that's possible, but it is.
It's Christmas Eve, and they're the only ones home. Their parents were out "getting jolly," as Tim's father put it, Angela was on a date, and Alicia and Curly were at a party. Before she left, Alicia started a fire, in the fireplace (for once) and it's still burning. As she and Angela went out the door, the latter winked and said, "don't do anything I wouldn't do!" Permission from a thirteen-year-old to screw in front of the fire, Tim thinks, silently.
"What d'ya wanna do?" Tim asks. His long fingers deftly play with Dally's hair.
Dally sighs and rests his head on Tim's shoulder. "Just sit here," he says, quietly. Then after a few moments, he starts to laugh.
Tim looks at him, almost annoyed. "What?" he asks.
Dally keeps laughing. "Just thinkin' of last Christmas. Remember the party at the Curtis's when Darry was out?"
His friend smiles, fondly, remembering. The oldest Curtis had to go to work, and Dally called Tim and his siblings over to the Curtis's. "Yeah, I remember. Two-Bit got so drunk that he puked in his sleep, and Sodapop flirting with Angela, and Steve and Alicia getting into the fight over the last beer, and it ended with her decking him in the face."
"And she never even got the last beer because you took it," Dally finishes. Then his smile fades, and he says, "and then I kissed you and told you that I loved you."
Tim smiles and rests his head on Dally's. "Yeah, I remember," he murmurs. It was something he would most likely always remember. Even when he was seriously drunk or high, he remembered it like it was yesterday. Tim had been on his way to the bathroom, when Dallas grabbed him and kissed him. And Tim didn't care because he loved Dally and just let him kiss him. When the party was over, they walked back to Dally's house together, and they kissed again, on his porch, and Dally whispered, in a voice Tim didn't think Dally was capable of, that he loved him. And Dally's eyes were bright from the kiss and his cheeks were flushed and his hair was mussed from where Tim ran his hands through it.
They sit like this for a few minutes, before Tim shifts around. "I'm bored," he announces.
Dally snakes one arm around Tim's waist and pulls the older boy closer to him. As Dally kisses Tim deeply, Tim is suddenly acutely aware what's going to happen next. Soon, they're ripping each other's clothes off, being careful not to toss a stray article of clothing into the fire. Soon, all their clothes are off, and they kiss every kissable part of each other's bodies.
Tim's had sex before, but only with girls. And the entire time, he was the one who had to take charge and be dominant. But with Dally, he sort of relaxes and lets Dally take over. Neither are afraid, because they both know that the other won't hurt them. And Tim loves it, because he knows that it's right, and it feels so nice.
And when it comes to that point, all Tim has to do is relax, arch his back a little and grit his teeth, and he can feel it happening. When they're done, they lay on the couch, liking the feel of the warm fire against their bare skin. Tim resumes absentmindedly stroking Dally's pale hair, and they like the silence. After a few moments, Dally asks, softly but with a hint of mischief in his voice, "are you still bored?"