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Chapter 7: Isolation

My mouth hung open automatically because every second that passed by, I needed more and more air when all I was doing was letting out these embarrassing sounds, and no matter how many times I've tried to bite my lip to shut me up, I always wound parting my lips with every move Dally made on me. "Ahn~" My body endlessly shivered as my hands trembled in the midst of clutching onto the leather fabric of his jacket.

As much as I wanted things to stop so I wouldn't make anymore sounds, I made no effort to. My legs had a lock grip around his waist the more he rubbed his hard-on against mine, and boy did it surprise me to know how something like this felt so good ... down there.

He paused for a moment and looked me dead in the eyes. I felt too embarrassed to say or do anything; so he quickly glanced out the window, and then back to me along with his lips curving upwards into one of his well-known Devil smirks. "It's gettin pretty dark outside, Johnnycake" He pointed out to me. "I'm ready to go in whenever you are, but just to know; how good did it feel?" He then questioned.

I wanted to take my hands and cover my ears as if I didn't hear a single word he said. Everthing that came out that mouth of his caused my heart to feel like it moved up to my throat. ... I felt uneasy, and only God knows how much I wanted to curl up and pretend I never heard anything. Something strong and mighty forbid me to chicken out and run to the Curtis home to sleep, and I knew it was because that mighty feeling was something I overheard in one of Two-bit and Steve's conversation over two years ago.

I wasn't all too sure about it or what it was, but I used it to answer, "I f-feel ... horny, Dally."

And whatever the word "horny" truly meant, it caused Dallas to look at me all wide-eyed like the time I accidentally dropped the F-bomb when I got scared. But despite my own fear of everything, I didn't want to chicken out on Dally. I absolutely refused to because I didn't want him to look at me like Ponyboy, being a kid and such. Worrying about my problems at home and with the Socs are one thing, but I didn't want him to treat me like a kid when it came to this. Not today.

I took a nervous gulp of whatever confidence I had in me and carefully slipped my right hand away from his back and traveled it downwards between the small gap of our bodies.

Keeping my eyes on his I then heard a low groan that caused my penis to ache once my hand grabbed his clothed hardness. Is a penis supposed to feel thick like this? ... Th-Those rumors those Greaser-girls were talking about weren't all bluff, and if what they said about `this´ is true... My mind drifted off a little.

I want Dally to do stuff like this to me all the time. I don't ever want to imagine him doing this to anyone else.

If we have to keep this as a secret forever, then so be it. I wasn't a rat towards him then, and I sure as hell won't be one now.

"You're packing a lot down there, Dally." I half whispered to him. This had caused him to smirk again.

"Who knew that little Ol'Johnny was a bit of a dirty talker?" He openly commented "But do you know what `Down there´ is called?" That same heated feeling caused my body to burn up like earlier. But right when I opened my mouth to say the first letter, he gave a low chuckle and shook his head. "Johnnyboy, you're holding my cock. ... Now tell me what are you holding." His voice made me melt as a whole.

I felt my pants tighten with every breath I took. He looked at me as if I was naked, or was this feeling someone gets if they wanted to be naked. I mean gosh. I felt hot all over. "Dally's cock" I ached from hearing myself say such thing.

"That's right, Johnnycake. Now what do you want me to do with my cock?" He brought his hands over to my legs and began rubbing them up and down my thighs. I let out a small breath from the touch of his hands, and yet I couldn't help but wonder one thing.

"D-Dally" I started "... When you get tired of me, is it okay if you don't tell me who you've slept with? I just think that now that you know how I feel about you, you wouldn't tell me who you've been sleeping with anymore. I-I mean it's not my place to tell you anything, Dallas!-" He then slapped his hand over my mouth. "Dammit, Johnny."

Once he said my name like that, I then knew it was time to move my hands away from him as he backed away and sat in his seat. I cautiously sat up and didn't dare to look at him because every time he says "Dammit, Johnny" ... It was like I disappointed him in some way. So I timidly apologized to him.

"I-I'm sorry, Dally."

"Don't go apologizin to me. Hell. You're the least amount of people who should apologize to anyone." He told me as he pulled a kooler from his pocket and stuck it between his lips. It didn't take long for him to find his matches and light it. "Why on earth would I get tired of you? You're not a broad like everyone else."

"Th-Then what am I to you?" I dared to ask.

"Johnny Cade! You're Johnny fucking Cade, and you'll always be Johnny Cade to me. Not a damn broad, not that kid Ponyboy, and not anyone else who don't mean a Damn thing to me!" He rose his voice and swore at me. I'd normally flinch at such rare action, but I couldn't do it after what he said. "I don't mean to yell at you or anything like that, but you can't go asking stupid questions like that. You're smarter than that."

I wanted to ask what he meant. I wanted to ask if he was saying what I think he was, but I was too scared to bring it up. I mean he didn't say anything about loving me too... . So I just glanced at him not knowing what expression to show. But I guess it was good to not show anything if I didn't know what really went inside his head.

Nobody knew what went on inside Dallas Winstons head.

I wanted to know how he felt so I could stop having these thoughts inside my head. It's like my hope is being built up to crash one day. ... To be crushed by his words one day.

"I-I guess so" I then nervously turned my head towards the window. "If it's okay with you, can I just sit here with you? O-Or maybe just sleep next to you?" I then asked.

Blowing out a cloud of smoke he lazily said, "Yeah, sure. Why not."

"Dally."

"Yeah?"

"Do you believe me? When I told you that I loved you?" I then asked. I was only responded with silence. So I continued. "When you told me how your mom told you that she loved you, you said that she was a liar. ... I'm just wonderin' if you think I'm a liar too?" I asked. "P-People don't see you how I see you. Protective. Rough. Tuff. Friendly-"

"Friendly? Now how on earth do I seem friendly? I'm nothin but a criminal." I smiled a little once he began to laugh a little.

"Well you're a friendly criminal to me" I paused near the end once we both broke down laughing. "I mean it, Dally! You're a nice guy even though everyone else can't see it, and every time you help me when the Socs pick on me, I feel happy. Two-bit and everyone else can help me all they want, but I don't ever get that same feeling like how you do it. I mean you make me feel like I am a person, because in truth, I always feel like dying." His cold blue eyes widened all of a sudden.

"What did you say?..." He spoke in disbelief. I only shook my head and gave a sheepish smile to him.

"It's hard living in fear. I-I'm always scared to go outside by myself and I'm always scared to go home, but what's scary the most is not knowing why I'm treated the way I am" My lips kept moving no matter what. It didn't feel like I was scared of anything. "There were so many times I wanted to die. But every time I see you throughout the day, I remember that life isn't so miserable after all. ... There's still someone who cares about me more than anyone. He may be a criminal, a person not to mess with, scary most of the time, or even mean-." I paused right when I glanced over to see him missing.

When did he leave? I thought to myself, but that was till I heard a clicking sound from my right.

Before I could even get the chance to turn around, the door opened along with me being dragged out the car by the back of my shirt. "H-Hey?!" I became scared. It didn't last for too long once I was lifted up into a set of arm's.

Dally didn't say a single word. All he did was walk towards the nearby building as he carried me.