Whatcoloristhesky- Happy belated then :D and yeah my friend TotallyT3ii3 pointed that out {she's mildly obsessed} but, if you don't mind, I don't feel like going back and changing it so just ignore it I suppose.
Ashvarden- Thanks! I'm working very hard on this!
greaserlvr54- Sorry its taken me so long! DX
Dirty sunlight dirfted in through the window, grime coated the glass inside and out, and dust danced through the rays of light that fell onto the bed which jammed into the corner of the small room. On the bed were two large lumps under a very thin off-white blanket that had holes down around he frayed ends. It was a small blanket, on the side nearest the wall the bigger boy's feet stuck out and on the side by the edge the other boy's knees and arms and shoulders were exposed because he was curled in a ball pressed back against the other boy. The bigger boy groaned and rolled off his side and onto his back- exposing the other boy by stealing all the blankets. The blonde shivered and sat up, eyes drooping a bit as he leaned over and grabbed an edge and tried tugging it back.
"Tim iht's colhd.." he groaned tugging now with two hands.
Tim yawned loudly, "Mm? Winston?" he blinked and propped himself up on his elbows to look at the other boy- messy-haired and swaying a bit as he tugged. He smirked at his handiwork, being able to keep a broad tired after a rough night was one thing but Dallas Winston was another- it was an ego-booster to be sure.
"Colhd" he repeated, words slurring sleepily as he kept on tugging,
Tim smiled and watched him a little longer then reached over and pulled him down on his chest and covered them both with the thin blanket. Now that Dally was on top of him the blanket fit them much better. Dally paused and rested his cheek on Tims chest and eased against him, Tim's hands came around his waist and he held him like that. The boy started drifting off to sleep and Tim was surprised to find himself content to sit and hold him.
A few hours passed, Tim was sitting with Dally in his lap, smoking his fifth cigarette that hour when the blonde stirred.
Dally's blue eyes fluttered open and he yawned, twisting his hips and shoulders a bit and looked around confused. Then realization dawned and he looked up at Tim and just stared at him. Tim stared back- watching as Dally's eyes narrowed.
"You low-down sonuvabitch!" he exclaimed, sitting up and realizing he was in Tim's lap, he blushed,
"Hello, Winston." he laughed, eyes dancing with amusement at the tousel-haired blonde,
"You- you bastard!" he stammered and slammed the side of his fist over Tim's chest,
Tim rolled his eyes and kissed his cheek, "Shut up, stupid" he said and felt Dallas ease, yet he kept that hateful look in his eyes as he looked up at Tim.
It wasn't so much that he'd been seduced (poorly seduced, too) by Tim but what bothered him was he was also topped! He was Dallas Winston not some broad! Who did Tim think he was? The prick. But.. Dally remembered vauge little glimpses of the night before- and they made him shudder like a virgin so, logically, he just wouldn't think about it. Tim made that hard by rubbing the small of his back with one finger, teasing him by not going any lower. Dallas shivered and managed to wiggle away from him, laying on his back, he looked up at Tim. Tim grinned down at him.
"So now what?" Dallas asked,
"That depends on what you want, Winston." he answered, "I have no objections to going steady with ya'."
"Shove it! I ain't queer!" Dally argued,
"Lie." Tim scoffed, rolling his eyes.
"I ain't!" he nearly shouted before Tim slapped his hand over Dallas' mouth and scowled down at him, "whuf?" he asked in a muffled voice,
"Idiot! What if someone hears another fella' in the same room as me?" he hissed
Dally glared until Tim removed his hand, then spat, "Well I thought ya' had no objections Shepard!"
"I don't. So long as it's a secret!" he said,
Dally forwned, "I 'unno, shep."
"Oh stop! You know you liked it!"
Dally blushed but said nothing. Tim smiled, "Exactly, fella'. Exactly."
Dally said nothing still as Tim layed down and pulled him back up. He did allow himself to rest again Tim, he even allowed Tim to run his fingers through his hair, he even let his own hand rest against Tim's broad chest. This was okay. He could handle this. They weren't really serious-serious it was just a one-time thing. Yeah.. that was all. And, just like that, only a single thought calmed his nerves and he drifted back to sleep.
He could control this.
Or so he hoped...
Okay, Dally groaned two weeks later, looking up at Tim who'd just layed a soft kiss on his forehead. Okay, he repeated, I can't control this. I don't even want to try.
So. How was it?