Thoughts : Italicized

Regular P.O.V. : Johnny

P.O.V. Switched : Bold

Chapter 3: Touch

Narrator's P.O.V.

The atmosphere inside the care was dangerously silent; too silent for Dally's own taste despite the fact that he's use to the silence around Johnny. But this type of silence far different from anything he ever experienced in the past. It wasn't because neither one of them were talking, but it was because his own best-friend admitted that he loved him, and boy did it send his head into a numbing buzz. He still had a hard time telling if it was from the four bottles of beer he drank or not, but it made him feel a little uneasy. So he gave a brief cough to break the silence before saying, "Well, um, how long have you, Ya'know, loved me?"

The cowered boy faced the direction opposite from him and barely piped out, "I-I don't ... know. For a really long time." his voice came out much more frail than usual and Dallas noticed this quite much. For some apparent reason, he began noticing a lot of things about Johnny once the two got inside the car. Like how he would become tensed and relaxed on and off as if he witnessed his pop's coming to get him till the fuzz arrested him and took him away. On and off.

Damn, why didn't I notice this crap sooner? Well, ... I should've figured he was somewhat of a queer. He never bothered to check any girls out whenever the gang are at Ol'Rusty's. Not even them goody-broad Soc girls. But me? He's in love with me out of everyone else? Shoot, I would've expected him to like Ponyboy, but then again those two are too much of friends to even go that route. This really put me in a tough spot. "Is that so?" The blonde mindlessly responded as he was caught up in his own thoughts. I don't even know what else to say to the kid. I never even thought about Johnny in "That" way, but I always knew he was too much like a girl for his own good. Small, weak, crys a lot, faints a lot too, and he's that ... . What was that word Ponyboy used? ...Oh yeah. He's soft spoken.

He then took a moment to glance at the boy and notice something he hadn't really noticed before. The boy wasn't wearing his jean-jacket like he usually did, showing his slender small-framed body as his black shirt clung to him as if the shirt was the one screaming for warmth. His raven colored hair didn't have any grease in it; it just laid out freely, and from the moonlight shining on him, made his hair appear like dark silk resting calmly. Oh-so peacefully.

"Johnny. ... Look at me." He demanded rather than asked, and like always, the boy would oblige without hesitation. But as soon as he turned his face to Dally's view, the blonde felt his body stiffen from the sight before him.

Dark Puppy-like eyes met his cold blue ones as in hidden fear. Fear that he'll suddenly be called a queer. Fear that he'll call him disgusting. Fear that Dally would give him the temperate expressions or looks that he would give everyone else. Oh yes. The well-known look that could tell a person that he hates them along with the world.

Johnny was clueless as to what was going on, for Dallas stared at him, quietly becoming mesmerized as to how soft his features looked compared to every single woman he, Dallas Winston, have been with. How perfect his raven hair framed his slightly tanned skin perfectly. And for once, how alluring Johnny 's lips looked to him. There were many aspects of Johnny that seemed womanly, but he still had something strong about him that told Dallas and everyone that he was a male. To put it simple. Johnny looked fragile, and he was.

"Glory, Johnny ..." were the only words Dallas managed to utter out before his right arm unconsciously moved on its own to automatically wrap around the boys waist, scooting his body closer inch-by-inch. His strength wasn't what surprised Johnny. It was the fact that he was actually scooting him closer. He ain't looking at me like I'm disgusting. Why? Why are you confusing me, Dallas? Slow beats had then turned fast within his chest the more he came closer to the blonde.

Once they were side-by-side, Dally's arm slipped away from his waist and traveled its way upwards to catch him by the chin, tilting his head back.

Not a single word was exchanged. Not a single breath was let out as Dallas carefully moved his face closer towards the others. Johnny was so surprised to the point he couldn't move his lips to say anything, but once he felt something soft press against his own lips, his body refused to move away as his brain hurriedly try to catch up as to what was happening at that moment.

Once he finally decided to press his softened Lips back, he then knew Dallas was kissing him. O-Oh God. Dally is. He's ... His mind melted away along with his body as his eyes fluttered shut, allowing himself to be consumed as a whole by his heated lips.

Damn, Johnnys lips are no joke. Who knew how soft they were? The man gave a slight bite to his bottom lip and quickly slithered his impatient tongue inside his virgin-mouth; or by now, his ex-virgin mouth.

Soon as their tongues met, a shot of electricity filled Johnnys body in ecstasy tasting a mixture of booze, cigarettes, and chocolate; but he loved it because it was the taste of Dally. "Mm" The boy made a light moan in between the kiss that encouraged the blonde to ravage his sweet tasting cavern even more. Oh God, Dally! Johnny screamed throughout his mind as he felt a hand slide its way into his pants, making record timing making its way past the thin underwears, grabbing a handful of his surprisingly soft and cushioned ass.

Somewhere between the heated kiss, they parted, gasping for air. It was also then that Johnny noticed that he laying on his back facing Dallas. His lips trembled in the lingering excitement having his oral-virginity swiped so hungrily by the man he dreamt of having this type of moment with. His heart beat so fast he thought he was on the verge of passing out right then and there, but something in the back of his head didn't let him.

I wanted this. I always wanted to have Dally have at me like this, but it's wrong. Johnny gave a slight frown before painfully saying, "W-We can't go any further." in a tone filled with more hurt than it seemed.

"Wha-? You didn't like the kiss or somethin?" The blonde rose an eyebrow at Johnny till the boy shook his head quickly.

"N-No! It wasn't that at all!" and he meant it. It may have been his first make-out, but it sent his body into a heat he never knew he had. "It's just that, well, you're drunk. You'll have a hangover and forget all of this." His expression had then turned more serious as he pushed himself up, giving Dally the sign to move over. Once he sat-up he continued. "I want to do something like this when you're sober. ... When you remember everything as much as I do and feel the same way instead of you being drunk. E-Even though it's impossible and would never happen" Gosh, it feel like I can't breath. "I-I want this when you love me."

Dallas stared at him wide-eyed. Within a minute later, Johnny quickly opened the car door and ran as fast as he could back to the Curtis home without a second thought about anything.

He felt scared, confused, and hurt to have done that with Dallas knowing good and well that he was drunk. It just wasn't right.

I wish Ponyboy was up so I could talk to him. ... But I also wish he knew about my fling with Dally so it could be easier to talk to him about it.