The Outsiders: Tally

Luscious Locks

Dallas accidentally pulls on Tim's hair. Come to find out, the older man likes it.

(^Small doodle I did when thinking about this concept^)

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Winter was coming fast in Tulsa. The cold and harsh winds were already nipping at people's exposed noses and skin and there were rumors of snow coming soon. So, it was in everyone's best interest to stay at home and stay warm.

Dallas came to this same conclusion when he could feel his ears burn from being so cold. He spotted Tim's house and found shelter there, letting out a sigh of relief as he slammed the door behind him.

"Fuck, it's cold," he whispered to himself.

"Yeah. It really is," a scratchy voice replied.

Dallas looked up to see Curly sitting on the couch, a fluffy warm-looking blanket wrapped around him. He grinned sarcastically at the blond, stuffing a chip into his mouth as he turned his attention back to the television.

Dallas silently mocked him before taking off his shoes and slinging his leather jacket over the stair railing.

"Is your brother here?" Dallas asked Curly, looking up the stairs longingly.

"Yeah. You two gonna fuck?" Curly said, a look of disgust on his face.

"Yeah. And we'll do it extra loud. Just for you," Dallas replied smartly, squinting his eyes at the younger boy as a smile spread across his face.

"Whatever, you fucking slut," Curly said with a mouthful of potato chips.

Dallas stood next to the doorway with an indifferent look. He then stormed up to him and flicked his forehead, causing the younger boy to cry out angrily.

"Ugh! Tim! Dallas hit me!"

Laughing, Dallas ran up the stairs and stopped in the hallway in order to catch his breath.

"What's Curly shouting about?"

Dallas turned his attention to his right to see Tim in the bathroom with the door wide open. He was wearing only a pair of plaid pajama pants and his head was hovering over the bathtub.

"I just flicked him on the forehead," Dallas said, walking over to where Tim was.

"Hmm. Probably deserved it," the older man chuckled.

Dallas sat on the toilet, taking out a cigarette.

"Yeah. He called me a slut," the blond said, shrugging his shoulders as he took out his lighter.

"He definitely deserved it, then," Tim said, "That's my job."

Taking a puff, Dallas rolled his eyes at Tim's comment, despite the small smirk on his face. Ever since they had sex on one of Buck's pool tables and Tim called him a slut, the word soon trickled into their sex life after. It was a bit jarring at first, but the blond found himself slowly coming terms with the fact that he liked being called that.

"Sure is," the blond smiled, "What're you doing, anyhow?"

Tim lifted his head up from the bathtub, revealing himself. His hair drooped down and hugged his face and was covered in shampoo.

"Washing my hair. My scalp started itching," Tim said, grabbing a full bowl of water and pouring it over his head.

The blond watched in awe as water dripped down the older man's defined face and lustrous hair, one of his eyebrows shooting up as Tim shook his head a little in order to get some water off of him. The older man's soft eyes were closed as he threaded his fingers through his hair for a bit, sighing when he felt how clean his scalp was. The blond's focus soon drifted over to Tim's back muscles, which were tensing up as he ran his fingers through his hair and covered in scars.