Neon Lights

Chapter 38 - Two Ways

•Dallas's POV•
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October 21, 1968
7:44 p.m.
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I sat on the couch with my feet propped up on the coffee table. Mom and dad were out somewhere, probably getting drunk and fucking. Who cares anyway? Not me.

Man, I could use a fuck right about now, I thought idly to myself. Maybe I could head to a drive-in. There has to be at least one wanton whore willing to blow me or more, right?

Of course, but I don't feel like women. My dick twitches for gay ass. Women are great, don't get me wrong, but these days if it ain't Cherry Valance I'm not interested.

Just then the door opened down the hall. I stretched to peer into the dark foyer, where the first thing I saw was a pair of jeans soiled with blood and a faded Mickey Mouse shirt.

"Hey, Winston," he muttered darkly while sitting next to me. I noticed his hand was pretty busted up, his nose was bleeding and his lip was cut.

"Jesus, what happened to you?" I got up to get bandages from the medicine cabinet. Two-Bit shifted his position.

"Tim Shepard happened," he grunted, taking the bandages from me, "He got me back for TP-ing his house. Totally worth it, though."

I sat down slowly while he wrapped up his busted hand and stuck a roll of gauze up his bleeding nostril. I shook my head, "You're an idiot."

He scowled at me, "You slashed Tim's tires. You're no better."

I shrugged but said nothing. Even after four months, Two-Bit is still on my 'Re-Do' list. I hoped to God he would notice my obvious hard-on.

After a bit of stretched silence he got up and walked in circles around my coffee table, seemingly aimless. "Why'd you come here, anyway?" He stopped at my question.

"It was closest," he murmured honestly. I gently kicked at the leg of the table in boredom. Two-Bit is never boring. Something's different about this visit, but I don't know what.

"So, what've you done lately?" I smirked, "Andrea Faultes?"

Andrea Faultes is the school slut. She's not the most attractive girl ever, and she's only okay in bed, so you'd have to be pretty desperate to go for her. "Hey that was one time!" Two-Bit said in defense.

"I'll never let you live it down," I promised. Two-Bit advanced, and I stood up to meet him.

He stared at me cheekily, "What about the time you did Andrea? It wasn't just me, asshole."

I grabbed him by the collar of his jean jacket and rammed him against the far wall, staring at him with burning anger, and just a dash of desire. I'm ignoring that lust right now because I'm pissed at him.

He bumped his head when he hit the wall, making him grip the back of his hair in pain.

"Say that again, Keith, I fuckin' dare you!" I used his real name just to anger him. He wriggled free and punched me hard across the cheek.

"Bastard! I helped you!" I held my face a moment, "I patch you up and this is what I get?! I get punched?!"

Yet again I forced him against the wall. He tried to get free himself again but I held him tighter. I jutted out a knee for a better hold, and he went white.

At first I didn't understand, just watched his dilated pupils dart around my facial features. Experimentally I jerked my knee forward, and he shuddered. "What's wrong Mathews?"

"Y-Your knee," he stuttered, "It's...look, would'ya!" I glanced down.

My knee was wedged between his legs. Huh, I hadn't even noticed. Despite this, I didn't move my leg away. Two-Bit's lower lip twitched.