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Dally stumbled in the Curtis' door. "Jesus Christ." He grumbled.

"Dally?" A deep voice questioned.

The tough greaser looked up and fought back a blush. He was Dallas Winston. He didn't blush, especially not because he had a crush on one of his fellow greasers.

Instead, he let a small smile creep onto his face and let out a low chuckle. "Hey Darry."

"What happened?" Darry asked, putting aside his newspaper.

Dally sighed. "Had a little run in with some socs. Prolly cracked a few ribs."

The older of the two placed his hand on the side of Dally's face. "You got quite a cut didn't ya?"

Dallas felt heat surge to his cheeks, but nevertheless, he grinned and nodded.

Darry wiped away some of the blood that was dripping out of the long cut across Dally's chin.

"Looks like it needs stitches. Go sit on that couch." Darry said and walked to get the first aid kit.

Dally stumbled over to the couch and collapsed. He groaned and rubbed his head.

Why him? He thought ruefully. If there was one thing that everyone knew, it was that Darrel Curtis was straighter than a pole. He'd never go for me.

Darry came back holding the rusty kit. "This'll probably hurt."

Dally chuckled. "I think I'll manage."

Darry nodded and began cleaning the cut. Dally clenched his teeth, but was determined to act tuff in front of his crush.

"Alright,-" Darry said softly. "I'm gonna start stitching."

Dally nodded and Darry began. It hurt like hell- but Dally never wanted it to end. While Darry was fixing his chin, Dally took it upon himself to stare into his icy blue eyes.

He wasn't trying to be nonchalant about it either. Darry would frequently meet his gaze, before hastily returning to the stitches, a blush tinting his cheeks.

Somehow, Dallas knew that he was making the muscular man uncomfortable, but he couldn't stop. His eyes were hypnotizing.

Darry finished stitching, and Dally didn't know whether to consider it a blessing or a curse. "W-well, I finished." He stuttered.

Dally nodded, but didn't take his eyes off of the older greaser.

Darry looked around for a second and turned back to look back at him. "What are you lookin' at?" He asked curiously.

Dally didn't know how to answer that. He wasn't really thinking clearly. His mind was all foggy, and the only thing he could process was how hot Darry looked at the moment.

Again, Dally wasn't thinking clearly. Not one bit. Before he had time to process what he was doing, he had leaned in and pressed his lips against Darry's.

Was it everything he had dreamed it would be? No, not at all. Darry stood stiff, and his eyes were wide open. He wasn't kissing back at all, and after a few seconds he pushed Dally off of him.

"Are you drunk?" He hissed.

Despite his tough guy reputation, tears clouded Dally's vision and he shook his head. "I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have... I'll go." He stood up fast, but fell back down.

He had forgotten about his broken ribs. He yelled out in pain. "Are you okay?" Darry asked.

Dally stared. "No, no I'm not okay. Just leave me alone!" He stood up slower this time and made his way to the door.

He fought the urge to look back, and walked out the door. He walked slow. He wasn't really sure where he was going. He really didn't think he had anywhere else to go.

He stopped in his tracks when he heard a voice calling his name. "Dallas wait!" It was Darry. Of course it was, who else would it be.

Dally slowly turned around. "D-do you hate me?" He asked in a shaky voice.

Darry shook his head. "Look, I didn't hate the kiss. It actually felt nice. But-" he started to say that they were both guys. That it was wrong.

But one look at Dally's face and he knew that he couldn't. He knew that he had always felt something special towards the tough grease.

Darry walked forward and caught him in a kiss. Dally gasped and Darry took the opportunity to shove his tongue inside Dally's mouth to explore it.

He didn't stop until every inch had been claimed as his own. He didn't care if it was wrong. He loved Dally. He couldn't deny it.

They broke apart, foreheads still touching. "I love you Dally." He said in full confidence.

Dally but his lip. Was he ready to love? He thought about how Darry made him feel and smiled. He was.

"I love you too Darry."