A/N: Only two more chapters, then it's done with this fic. (Le sob) Don't worry, though; am almost done with chapter sixteen of OtES. God, this chapter was a bitch to write. I'm not very fond of the beginning, but the end makes up for it. Oh, yeah, sex scene in this chapter, too. Not too detailed, but a touch more than the last.

Disclaimer: Shit, forgot to add this to the previous chapters. Hope no one tries to sue. Tim, Dally and everyone else is © S.E. Hinton. Alicia belongs to me.

There's a small flare in the room as Tim lights a match to lights two cigarettes. He hands one to Dallas, who takes it, gratefully. They sit for a while, smoking and drinking champagne.

It's Valentine's Day, and neither are out with their girlfriends. Actually, at the moment, Tim doesn't have a girlfriend. He doesn't want one. Dally has Sylvia, but he told her that his grandmother had a coronary, and he had to go to the hospital. It was Tim's idea to tell her this. Dally's grandmother doesn't even live in Oklahoma, let alone Tulsa.

They lie. They lie all the time, either to get their own way or trick people. Maybe they lie too much. In this case, it was to trick someone, namely Sylvia. Dally doesn't really know why he tricked her. Actually, he does, but he doesn't want to admit it, because he knew it would make Tim all smug like he tended to get a lot.

Dally tricked Sylvia because he, honestly, wanted to spend Valentine's Day with Tim. He was funny that way. He could have been getting laid by Sylvia, who was a pretty good lay, but instead, he's sitting here on Tim's worn-out, blue bedspread, smoking cigarettes and drinking champagne that Tim conned off some guy, in complete silence. But the silence in comforting, and he's near Tim, so it's okay.

Dally doesn't know if he loves Tim or not. He's often told himself that he doesn't, but now he's not so sure. He doesn't know if Tim loves him or not. To be truthful, he doesn't think Tim does love him, because he can't see Tim loving anyone, except maybe Curly, and occasionally Alicia and Angela. Maybe it's this whole 'Valentine's Day' shit that's getting to him. All this shit about love.

He doesn't even know if what he told Tim at the Christmas party two years ago was true. He'd had enough beer and marijuana to last a few weeks, so he wasn't in the right state of mind. But Tim looked so good in a dark green shirt, flushed from excitement and alcohol that it just sort of came out. But then it was true, and he doesn't know now.

Even though the silence isn't uncomfortable, Dally wants to talk. Maybe it's his nerves, or maybe he just wants to hear Tim's voice. "So, how was the cooler?" He'd just gotten out last week.

Tim half-smiles. "Sucked. When I first got in, they made us do this exercise thing, where you had to say your name and two things you like that start with the same first letter as your name."

Dally laughs. "What did you say?"

His friend shrugs. "Don't really remember. Something like, 'I'm Tim and I like trees and tweezers.'" He shrugs again. "It was the only thing I could think of."

Again, Dally laughs. "I woulda said, 'I'm Dally and I like drinking and doughnuts.'"

Dally is suddenly aware at how close Tim is to him. The older boy moves closer, and he presses his lips against Dally's. It's a warm, deep kiss, and it sends electricity through Dally.

And before he knows what's going on, Dallas is flat on his back, pinned underneath Tim. Both of them are naked and Tim's head is so close to Dally's that his black curls fall onto Dally's forehead. Dally almost yells out when Tim enters him, slick and warm. But Tim covers Dally's mouth with his own, to stifle the noise. And he runs his hands up and down Tim's back, and once digs his nails into Tim's skin, leaving crescent moon marks on his shoulder blades.

Then they've both come, and they lay on their backs, looking at the ceiling. Dally can't stop staring at Tim. A sliver of white moonlight shines through, and casts shadows on Tim's face. He's smiling and his black eyes are bright. Dally closes his eyes and tries to make his heartbeat return to normal. Then Tim's arms are around his waist, and he breathes in Dally's ear. His breath is hot and his lips brush Dally's ear. "I love you," he murmurs. And then he nestles his head into Dally's neck and sighs.

And Dally doesn't think he's ever felt so happy. He rests his head on Tim's and whispers back, "love you, too."

A/N: Oh, my God, the fluff! It's like I ripped open a stuffed animal! Fluff everywhere! Anyway, please review.