The Outsiders: Tally

Wet Dream

In the middle of the night, Dallas has a vivid wet dream, alarming Tim.

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Tim and Dallas took advantage of the calm night sleeping over Tulsa. The blond came over to the older man's house, saying that he just wanted to go to sleep. Tim agreed to sleep with him. They were currently in his bed, the sound of crickets and other night creatures apparent.

The older man had the tired blond in his arms, watching him fall asleep. He brushed some of Dallas' wispy locks away and smiled softly. He finds the younger man to be so pretty when he sleeps. He planted soft kisses on the blond's forehead, getting closer to him.

Then, he felt Dallas writhe under his hold. He flinched a bit, looking down at Dallas.

"You okay, Dal?" Tim whispered. Dallas didn't respond. It seemed like he was still sleeping. The dark-haired greaser shrugged off his concerns and tried to fall back asleep. Then, the blond stirred again, however, he let out a small noise. Tim sat up a bit and furrowed his eyebrows as he tried to understand what the blond was doing.

"Dal?" Tim whispered, shaking him slightly.

"Tim..." the blond panted. His hands started to grab at the older man's body as his panting grew louder. Tim's eyes widened as the blond's writhing grew more desperate. Was he sick?

"Dal. You okay?" Tim whispered a bit louder.

"Ngh. There," the blond said faintly.

"Huh?"

Tim felt something poke his leg. He lifted up the sheets covering them and gulped at the sight of Dallas' erection. He looked back up at Dallas, taking in his blushing face and tired, yet passionate movements.

"Mmm. Fuck, Tim," Dallas hummed quietly, his eyes still closed. Tim cleared his throat. He should wake the blond up, but he wanted to see more of this play out. The blond suddenly flipped his head back, letting out a small giggle.

"Ooh. Bite me," he said breathlessly. Tim raised his eyebrows. He thought back to when the blond bit his shoulder. He never thought of doing such a thing to Dallas. The blond's moans grew more frequent, worrying the dark-haired greaser a little. He didn't want Curly to come in and say anything snarky about them.

Dallas grabbed at Tim, wrapping his legs around Tim's hips. Then, he started to grind his crotch against Tim's hip bone, whimpering slightly. The dark-haired greaser attempted to push the blond off of him, but Dallas was stubborn. He grabbed Tim's hips, forcing the older man to stay in his place.

"Dal! Dallas!" Tim said, shaking him, "Wake up!"

The blond groggily opened his eyes, rubbing them.

"Aw man," he sighed, "What?"

"What were you dreamin' about?" Tim quipped, chuckling a bit.

"Ugh. What're you talking about?" Dallas groaned, sitting up slightly. He sniffed at nothing and looked down at his crotch under the sheets. He gasped and looked over at Tim, who was still chuckling at him.

"Why am I...Oh," Dallas said. Some of the dream came back to him,Tim's strong hands wrapping around his throat as he used his cock to pound himself into the helpless blond. If he was being honest with himself, Tim was a lot more rough in his dream. However, he never asked the older man if they could ever "spice up" their sex.

"Can't stop thinking about me, huh?" Tim cocked an eyebrow.

"Shut your trap, Tim," Dallas sucked his teeth, rolling his eyes. He wanted to drift back into his dream world. He wondered if the older man would be okay with him being more rough. He quickly formulated a plan.