Save me ||Dallas x Darry||

Save Me ||Dallas/Darry||

Today was the day that Dallas was about to do it. He had decided that he was going to kill himself. After Johnny, his longtime crush, started dating Ponyboy after that time they screwed each other, he had become heartbroken.

When him and Two-Bit walked in on them, it was a hot scene. But Dallas hoped it wouldn't be more than a fuck. He was wrong.

So he made up his mind, after vacillating plenty, that he would get rid of his broken heart by taking his own life.

He waited by the train tracks anxiously, sweating something fierce. But he knew that this was what he wanted and there were no second thoughts.

He could faintly hear the whistle of the train and the ground vibrated and rumbled. As he stood on the tracks, waiting for the train to collide with his body, some pushed him off the tracks and onto the gravel road.

Dallas sat up and brushed off the pieces of gravel on his arms and back. When he looked over to see who had pushed them out of the way he was come over by a wave of shock.

"What in the hell do you think your doing?" Darry asked brushing off his shirtless self. He had been working and his co-worker had pointed out a guy about to kill himself.

Dallas stared. Darry's muscles and abs were toned and there were beads of sweat rolling down his body. He quickly snapped out of his daze.

"U-uh, I don't know," was all he managed to stutter out.

"Then would you care to tell me why it just so happens that you were standing on the tracks while a train was coincidentally coming by at the same time?" Darry retorted angrily.

"I don't feel too good," Dallas stated clutching his stomach suddenly remembering the many pills he had downed a while ago. The medicine was just kicking in now.

"You sure don't look it either," the older boy muttered as he picked up the blond who had passed out. He carried him all the way to his house.

He laid the limp boy on the couch and put a wet rag on his head. Darrel was very stressed. His boss has been letting people go and him missing work wasn't exactly helping the situation.

He found himself trying to figure out a way to deal with it as he walked around the house. Darry grabbed a beer in the fridge and downed it in a single gulp.

One drink turned to two, and two turned into ten. He was completely wasted. This was the first time in a while that he had been that drunk.

Stumbling over to the living room, he stopped to take a look at the younger boy sleeping on the couch. He could see Dally's facial features for the first time since his hair was out of his face.

Darry noticed his eyes were relaxed and, for once, not full of hatred. Along with his nose, which was usually crinkled up in annoyance. But right now, he looked peaceful.

The drunken man stared at the sleeping boy's lips. How soft, pink, and plump they looked. He wondered what it would feel like and how he would taste...

Dallas quickly shot his eyes open as soon as he felt Darry's lips on his. He could taste and smell beer off of him. Dally didn't know what to do except kiss back.

He remembered that the man he was practically making out with was drunk as a skunk and wouldn't recall anything that would happen. So Dallas decided to make things... interesting.

The blond boy led a very tipsy Darry to the older boy's bedroom and laid him lightly on the bed. Dallas, ready for some action, locked the door and rushed eagerly to his partner.

He crawled up the man laying down until both their crotches met. Dally sat on the shirtless, ripped man and removed his own shirt.

He started rubbing his crotch back and forth on Darry's area but with both their jeans on the tension wasn't really there. They both took off each other's jeans which left them with the soft fabric of their boxers.

Dallas started to grind on the other boy again. Their erections rubbed each other's and they both moaned in pleasure, but there was room for even more tension.

Darry ripped off both of their boxers leaving the two uncircumcised members bare. Dal eagerly continued to grind even harder and faster. The feeling was indescribable.

They both wanted more sexual tension between them although Dally's grinding was short, fast, and hard humps. Then Dally sat up and placed Darry's boner at his entrance.

Eagerly, Darry bucked his hips up thrusting all the way into Dally. The blond bounce up and down onto Darrel, slamming his special spot every time.

He needed to jerk off so he matched the rhythm of his bouncing to his stroking. He slammed harder and faster until he came all over the ecstatic Darry.

The older man thrusted his hips up one final time before releasing every string of his semen into Dally's prostate. Dal could feel Darry shooting up in him and he rocked back and forth until all of it was buried inside of him.

As Darry pulled out, some of his cum leaked out of Dally's ass. Dal turned around so Darry could taste it and he slurped every drop that poured out of Dally's anus.

Dallas laid beside his partner who wouldn't remember a single detail of this. But all he could say was, "You saved me," as cum dripped all over and onto the bed sheets.