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When he came to, Dallas' whole body was sore and he felt something oozing slowly out of his ass. He can faintly hear a voice he recognizes calling his name from somewhere nearby, but he's too out of it to respond, let alone actually move his head and look up to see who it is. His memory is empty of the night before, for the most part, but as he slowly remembers what he led him to this, holy shit he wants to throw up.
"Not so tough now, huh, Winston? thought you'd like this, you're such a whore anyways. Randy, what should we do with him next?" "Bob... don't you think this is going too far...?" "You saw, he was flirting with our girls. He deserves it. You want a turn?"
He can hear faint talking from not too far away, barely making it out at all honestly, but he can vaguely hear bits and pieces of a conversation between one voice that makes him wanna vomit and another voice that makes him feel a bit safer, though he still feels incredibly broken and dirty.
"...Was scarin' me..."
"...didn't know what to do..."
"...shoulda stopped him..."
"...couldn't..."
Dallas' consciousness fades in and out and soon enough it all goes black again. When he wakes up, he's on a bed in a room he vaguely recognizes, fully cleaned though still feeling incredibly dirty, wearing clean clothes, and with a weird sense he's being watched over. As Dallas blinks his eyes open wearily, he's met with the sight of Tim and Randy hovering over him nervously.
At the sight of Tim, Dallas relaxes a bit. Tim tolerates him, he'll keep him safe if Dallas gives him some reason too. But then he recognizes Randy and almost vomits, tensing up and curling in on himself, breathing getting heavy. Soon enough he's breaking down, tears in his eyes, hyperventilating, backed into a corner, muttering "no no no no no no no no no no no" over and over again.
Immediately, he sees one of the figures he hopes is Tim move closer and soon enough there are lean arms wrapped around him carefully, like he's something fragile and precious. And maybe he is fragile, maybe he does need to be treated carefully, cause if Tim lets go of him he swears he might kill himself.
Very, very slowly, Dally starts to relax into Tim's hold, mumbling "Don' let go" softly. Tim can't tell if he should be weirded out or not. He's not used to someone being happy he's there, especially Dallas Winston. But he just nods and pulls him a bit closer, murmuring in that harsh, unidentifiable accent of his, "'S alright, Dal. 'M here, yer alright. I won' leave ya, I'm stayin' right here."
In any other situation he'd hate himself for it, but Dally melts instantly at the soft reassurance. Even cuddles closer to Tim like a cat. Ponyboy said Tim is the alley cat, but Dallas is definitely the one who acts like one - all sweet and friendly one second and then beating you senseless the next, being both clingy and unattached at the same time - it might be one of the things Tim likes most about Dallas, actually. How he can be as kind as Dallas Winston gets and then switches to feisty in a split second. Though with the way he's acting now and what he went through, Tim doubts he'll see that feisty side of Dally any time soon.
"W-What's he hear for..."
Dallas feels someone stroking his messy blonde mop of hair and relaxes a bit more, leaning into Tim's calloused hand, "He's here 'cause he helped me get ya safe, idiot."
Dallas tilts his head, confusion and fear on his face. Did Randy somehow convince Tim he didn't do anything to Dally? Now that he thinks about it, did Randy do anything to him?
"You want a turn?" "Uhm, no, I'm good on this one. Not in the mood, y'know." "Oh don't be a pussy, just cause he's a guy don't mean anything. You ain't gay unless you the one taking it, right Winston? Aren't you a little fairy?" "Uhm, no, seriously, Bob. I'm good, I just... uh... think he'd be too loose...? Since he's a... uh... whore or whatever...?" "Fair enough, glad you got taste at least, Randy."
Oh...? Well, from what Dallas remembers, he sounded uncomfortable. Maybe Tim is right? Or he's wrong. Dallas doesn't know what to believe, he just knows he trusts Tim more then anyone right now. Though, the mentioned seems to notice Dally seems confused. "He drove to my house, I was the only friend of yers who's address he knew off the top of his head. Told me what Bob was doing, said he didn't know how to stop him and asked me to help ya."
Dallas relaxes a bit at that. Maybe Randy is trustworthy? Though, he still can't bring himself to even look at the boy, scared that if he does he'll see that same smug, hungry look he saw on Bob's face. So, he opts to just hide his face in Tim's neck and mumble "C-Can he leave...?"
Tim nods and gestures to the door at Randy, who winces at the thought of making Dally uncomfortable and leaves. Dally pulls back a bit and looks at Tim. Usually, he'd hate being vulnerable at all in front of the man, because on one hand he'd trust that scarred face with his life, but on the other he wouldn't trust Tim with a secret to save that life either. Though, right now, as he looks at Tim and feels his arms around him, all he wants is to stay like this forever and never have to face the outside world. "Uhm... C-Can we... uh... cuddle?"
Tim kinda freezes, and though he doesn't respond, he lays down quietly in the bed and pulls Dallas close to him as he wraps his blanket around the boy.
They stay like that for a while, Dallas mostly asleep in his hold, flinching at his dreams but relaxing immediately when a hand reaches around to stroke his hair again. He feels safe. He's not sure if he deserves it, but he does.
His dreams are sporadic. One second he's recounting feeling Bob thrusting in and out of him as he claws at the ground and begs him to stop, and the next he's imagining Tim carefully holding him and telling him it's gonna all be alright. His dreams continue like that, switching endlessly between memories of last night and thoughts of Tim taking care of him.
After a while, when Dally wakes up, he sees Tim is gone and instantly gets scared. His breath catches and gets heavy, his eyes get wide, he curls into himself. He almost cries again until he sees by his nightstand a Pepsi, some aspirin, and a note. It's in Tim's handwriting, meaning it's almost impossible to read, but he sees "Getting breakfast, I'll be back soon."
Dallas relaxes a bit, his breathing getting calm and his expression becoming a bit more normal, but he's still a bit scared. He smiles at the note, but he really needs water right now rather then the Pepsi. He gets up cautiously, legs still feeling like really sore jelly, and walks into the kitchen. When he gets there, he goes straight to looking through the cabinets trying to find a cup, when he hears a voice exactly like Tim's except that it's just slightly higher in pitch.
"Uh, Dallas?"
Dally turns around and smiles a bit when he's met with Curly Shepard, Tim's mini-me. "Oh, hi, Curly."
Curly nods in response. "Ya need anything...?"
Dallas smiles sheepishly, not used to asking for help, but all his walls are down and shattered anyways. "Uh, where do you keep the cups?"
Curly walks over and grabs a cup from the one cupboard Dallas hasn't checked yet, making Dallas wish he just kept looking. He hesitantly grabs it from Curly's hand, filling it with water from the sink and taking a long drink.
He's not trying to be rude, obviously, but Curly watches Dallas quietly. He heard what happened from listening in on Tim and Randy, and he feels kinda protective. He's a few years younger the boy in front of him, but Dallas looks so unusually small and scared - which he is - and Curly decides to just watch over him a bit while Tim is out.
Suddenly, he's pulled out of his train of thought when Dallas speaks. "I'm sure you hear it a lot, but you look just like Tim."
Curly nods quietly, definitely having heard that a lot. "Yeah, every time I'm talking to someone it's squeezed in there somehow."
The boy freezes though when Dallas speaks up again. "Uhm, could I... maybe have a hug?"
Once Curly regains composure and makes sure he heard that right, he nods quietly. "Yeah, sure."
Immediately, Dallas walks over and wraps his arms around him, burying his face in his neck and trying to imagine it's Tim holding him. Curly responds by quietly wrapping his arms around Dally, lightly stroking his back.
Curly feels something wet and for a moment he thinks Dallas spit water onto him or something, but then it hits him that the latter is actually crying. Quiet sobs into his collar.
The younger is very relieved to be out of this situation when Tim comes home, shocked to see Dallas crying and clinging to his little brother. He walks over and carefully pries him away from Curly and quietly holding Dallas. "Are ya hungry, Dal?"
Dallas quietly nods against Tim's chest, sniffling slightly. Tim grabs the bag he brought and hands Dallas a container of fruit salad, "How about ya start with somethin' small? I don' wan' ya to throw up, ya haven't eaten in a while."
After Dallas finishes eating, he sets the bowl down on the coffee table in front of him - having moved to sit on the couch where Tim then followed him - and looks a little bit worried about throwing up but for the most part seems calm. After a moment he hesitantly leans against Tim, and he feels an arm wrap around his waist in response. He leans further into Tim's side, the blonde nuzzling his face into the raven-haired's neck. Slowly, Dallas feels himself relax completely against Tim.
He's so warm... I feel so dirty right now, but when he's here... I just want to feel him instead of Bob...
The moment that thought enters Dally's brain he tenses up, feeling disgusted with himself. He just got assaulted, he shouldn't want to do that stuff. He's sick. He's so sick. But of course, Tim has to see the look on his face.
"Ay, Dal, what's wrong with ya? Somethin' happen when I wuz gone?"
Dallas quietly shakes his head. "No..."
Tim gently pulls the blonde closer. "Then what're ya lookin' all scared n' grossed out for?"
Dallas tenses, debating on whether to tell him or not. After a moment he decides he trusts Tim. "I keep thinking about you... doing things to me... I'm so gross man..."
Tim's eyes widen a bit, but he seems more surprised then disgusted like Dally feared. "Oh... That's... Well, that don't make ya disgusting, Dal."
Dally looks up, looking a lot more relaxed. "Really...? It doesn't?"
Tim's heart jumps at the nervous yet trusting look on Dally's face. He's never seen him like this before. Usually the blonde is either grinning at him like some kind of devil or glaring daggers at him, he never would've imagined Dally would so softly be leaning against him and looking up at him like he's the only thing in the world that's real. "Yeah, really. So, what kinda things ya been imagining me doin' to ya?"
Dally blushes hard and buries his face in Tim's chest with a tiny embarrassed noise that shouldn't have made Tim's heart skip the way it did. "Uh... I imagined you kissing me... marking me up... calling me yours... and when I was being a brat you'd bite my neck... and then when I was good you'd... uh... you'd stroke my dick... and then... and then after a while you'd put your dick in me... and you'd fuck me till I forgot what he did to me..."
Tim shouldn't be turned on by this. Well, maybe a little. But not to the degree he is. He looks quietly at Dally. "Do ya want me to do those things to ya?"
Dally turns red from his neck to the tips of his ears and holy shit it's the most adorable thing Tim has seen in his life. The former nods hesitantly, looking up at the niorette before him. Tim simply scoops him up into his arms - Dally being light seeing as he's incredibly skinny from not eating enough. After a moment he finds himself with his shirt off laid on Tim's bed with hands exploring his torso reverently like he's something to be worshipped. The idea of Tim finding him pretty should not make him this vulnerable...
"Ya should eat more, baby."
"baby" Dallas was gonna cry, maybe scream, possibly cum. Tim was touching him, worshipping him, recognizing he's actually malnourished and not just skinny like everyone else - and he's calling him fucking baby. Dallas doesn't know what to do, he just wants more of Tim. As much of Tim as he can get.
"Y-Yeah, I know... hard to get food when y-you're old man don't give a shit and you're broke, man..."
Tim should feel mad at Dallas's father, should feel sad for the boy beneath him being starved, should be anything but as turned on as he is to see the glimpse of the regular Dallas in that sentence. He said man, he talked with a hint of sass, he cussed. Tim looks so unreasonably proud for someone looking down at Dallas Tucker Winston after the blonde was just... himself. But then again considering what happened only a couple days ago and how Dallas is already slowly coming back to as normal as he can be he has every right to be proud.
Tim slowly traces each of Dallas's ribs that jut out with his thumbs, peppering Dallas's neck, lower face, and chest with feather-light kisses. "Ya come 'ere for food from now on, alright? if I don't see ya eatin' at my dinin' table at least once a day I'll take away yer cig stash."
Dallas nods quietly, looking up at Tim with awe. For once in his life someone cares about his body not for how it can be used but for how it can be taken care of and all he wants in the world right now is Tim to just shove his dick inside him already. But then again, this gentle foreplay isn't bad either. "Y-yeah, okay, I will."
Dallas feels Tim move to slip off his pants and he lets out a tiny whimper. It's a pleasured noise, a desperate noise, but Tim just knows it's a similar sound to the one Dallas made two nights ago when he was terrified and trembling in Tim's arms, and he immediately pulls away. "Ya alright? I do somethin' wrong? Ya need a break?"
Dallas wants to cry. He feels so safe, so cared for. The idea that just a tiny noise that's barely audible is enough to make Tim stop and check in makes him feel so unbelievably cared for. Cared about. He wants to just curl into Tim's arms and never leave them. "N-No, I'm fine, just excited. You can keep going."
Tim tilts his head in quiet concern. "Why're you cryin' then?"
Dallas reaches a hand up and feels tears he didn't even know were there slowly gliding down his face. "Cause you make me feel like someone cares. Like I'm safe."
Suddenly Tim feels tears spring into his own eyes too, but he manages to blink them away before any fall. "Shit... I... That means a lot, baby. Ya gunna relax fer me?"
Dallas nods and melts into the mattress, letting Tim continue in slipping off his pants. The latter smirks softly when he sees the bulge straining against Dally's briefs. Tim leans down and pulls them off with his teeth, making Dallas gasp softly as he looks down and sees the sigh before him. His cock, having just sprang free, gives a small twitch at the sight. "Holy shit, Timmy, you're so fucking hot, man."
Tim chuckles softly, glad to see Dallas is slowly coming back to himself judging by the use of man and the amount of cuss words in that sentence. Dallas's cock is surprisingly cute. It's just under average, sitting at what's probably just over four and a half inches long. It's just a bit thinner then usual as well, and along with that it only has one prominent vein. It's a pale color with a baby pink tip. He has generally average balls with a small messy but clean patch of blonde hair at the base.
Tim wraps his hand around it and Dallas moans softly, the adorable organ twitching against his palm. If it was anyone else, especially after what Dallas went through, he would push them away. But it's Tim, and it feels so good. So safe. And he takes the pleasure with open legs.
Tim gives it a small stroke, rubbing lightly beneath the head on the underside of it, and Dallas's hips twitch as he lets out another girlish moan. He feels so safe, so small in the best way possible. "C-Can you fucking p-prep me already, man...? W-Want your cock..."
Tim can't help but get impossibly harder at those words, but he nods wordlessly and grabs the lube from his nightstand. He pours some on his fingers and spreads it a bit before slipping Dallas' long legs over his shoulders. He bites his lip when he spreads the pale cheeks apart to see a puckered pink hole staring back at him. It's a bit wrinkly, soft and inviting and a brown-ish pink color. He presses the pad of his finger against it and watches as it twitches softly and tightens before relaxing. He slowly presses his finger further and watches with awe as his fingertip breaches inside before being greedily sucked in deeper as Dallas clenches.
He looks up again and sees Dallas and holy shit the sight is breathtaking. His back is arched ever so slightly, he's biting his lip but that doesn't stop him from panting softly and letting out the tiniest of whimpers, his eyes are half-lidded and rolled back so he can only see a sliver of the ocean blue irises, his brows are furrowed, the blonde hair Tim loves so much is spread out beautifully, contrasting with the navy blue sheets beneath him. Dallas's adorable cock is flushing more pink by the second and is leaking a steady but slow stream of pre-cum.
The niorette looks at this and all he can think is that he might die if he doesn't see this sight every day for the rest of his life. Dallas, on the other hand, grunts out a weak, "Quit staring and f-fucking stretch me y-you pervert..."
Tim nods and does as he's told, thrusting his finger gently in and out of the tight heat until he can fit in a second, then a third, scissoring them as he stretches out the boy. After a moment, he curls his fingers and Dallas gasps sharply before breaking off into a drawn-out whine when Tim finds his prostate and rubs it mercilessly. Once he's done toying with Dally, Tim pulls his fingers out much to the blonde's dismay - made clear by the way he whines out an angry "Put them back you bastard!" and kicks his feet desperately. The mentioned is quick to stop though when he feels the head of Tim's cock press against his entrance.
"Holy shit- Tim, fuck, Timmy- put it in- now, please, need it so bad- need your cock, need you to fill me up-"
The various pleas make all the blood in Tim's body go straight to his dick and he immediately starts pushing into Dallas's tightness. Though, when he hears the boy beneath him begin to breathe differently and notices a vacant look in his eyes he gently slaps his ass to bring him back to reality as he drapes himself over Dallas - making for both a much more easily pleasurable and comforting position as he feels Tim against him as well as his legs being pushed to his chest - and murmurs sweet nothings into his ear.
"It's alright, baby, it's me. It's yer Timmy, I've gotcha."
Dallas, coming back and realizing it's Tim and not Bob, immediately melts. He lets out a soft whimper when Tim pushes deeper, and he holds onto Tim's back as he mumbles absentmindedly, "Mm... My Timmy... All mine..."
Tim chuckles at the possessiveness and slowly pushes deeper. The blonde screws his eyes shut and Tim feels unkempt nails biting into his skin enough to leave marks, but he just retaliates by sucking and biting - more like nibbling - marks into Dally's neck. He spots the one hickey Bob left, the one Dallas has been clawing at whenever he gets nervous or scared, and Tim leaves a much larger and darker mark directly over it. He can only imagine how happy his baby will be when he sees the mark replaced by one of Tim's. Finally, Tim bottoms out, and the boy beneath him sobs out a moan as he claws at the olders back.
The sob escaping Dallas's mouth is the most beautiful sound Tim has ever heard. He can't help but want to pound him into the mattress, but he stays still inside to let the trembling boy adjust. After a long moment Dallas let's out a trembling whine of a sentence, "P-Please, Timmy, move-" and Tim does as he's told. He starts shallow and gentle, just grinding into the blonde for the most part. Then, he gradually increases his pace. First it's slow in and slower out and barely an inch difference, and soon enough he's pulling almost all the way out and slamming back in directly into Dallas's prostate. Dallas is a mess. His eyes are rolled back into his skull, he's crying and screaming, toes curling as he claws at Tim's back desperately.
After what feels like both seconds and forever, Dallas begins trembling harder and his moans and cries are getting higher-pitched. "Ya gunna cum, baby? Gunna cum for yer Timmy?"
Dallas whines loudly and nods his head vigorously, shaking hard. "'M so close... p-please, Timmy- w-wanna cum..!"
Tim strokes a shaking hand through Dallas's hair, trying to suppress a groan, not wanting to miss a single one of the blonde's sounds, let alone let them be drowned out by his own. "C'mon, baby, cum for yer Timmy."
With a scream of "TIMMY!" and a back arched further then a bow, Dallas cums, Tim following soon after with a groan as the boy beneath him clenches hard around his cock.
Finally, the two collapse against each other. They sit there for a moment before Dallas looks at Tim with a heatless glare. "Move over, idiot. You're squishing my legs and now my stomach hurts."
Tim chuckles and sits up, carefully pulling out and laying down so that Dallas can settle laying half on top of him on his stomach. "Awh, did I hurt yer tummy?"
Dallas mumbles something about "not being a kid" but nuzzles closer anyways. As he shifts his cum-covered stomach ends up pressed against Tim's and his nose scrunches up immediately and he begins looking overwhelmed. "Hey, baby, what's bothering ya?"
Dally scooches away from Tim, sensory overload hitting him hard. The scent of Tim's cologne, the sensitivity from both his life in general and having just cum, the warmth of Tim's body, and most of all the cum on his tummy being way too much at once. "'S too much... and I'm sticky... I don't like it."
Tim's heart breaks at the thought of Dally being overstimulated, and he so he nods and quickly scoops him up into his arms. "How about we wash you off then, huh baby?"
Dallas nods gratefully as he's sat down on the bathroom counter while Tim pulls out a rag and wets it. The niorette wipes him off until he's clean and then he tosses the rag in the dirty laundry along with the rest of their clothes. Tim lays Dallas down and lays beside him as well, pressing kisses up and down his neck. Dally looks in the mirror from where they are and he smiles faintly at the marks on his neck and the scratches on Tim's back. "You're mine, I can see it. And I'm yours..." Dallas shivers slightly and nuzzles closer. "Can we cuddle for a while before you make dinner?" Tim nods gently and strokes the blonde hair in front of him. "Of course, baby."