Dallas x Johnny ✨
Modern Day AU (2018)
Word Count; 1,406

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Johnny shakily walks up to Buck's door, taking a deep breath and wincing. The 16-year-old had just gone through and suffered a pretty good beating from his parents. He was in a lot of pain and didn't want to worry the Curtis'. So, he was going to see his boyfriend. Dallas Winston.

Johnny finally knocks lightly on the door, one of the cuts on his hand dripping onto the hardwood. The door opens and Buck sees Johnny, his eyes going a little wide. He ushers the small boy in, closing the door behind him.

"Dallas is up in his room," Buck says. "Do you need help getting there or can you handle that?" He looks at Johnny, waiting for a reply.

"I-i... I-i got this," Johnny says, sounding breathless. He nods his head towards Buck before slowly trudging up the stairs, swallowing thickly.

The 16-year-old makes it to Dally's room after a few minutes, hesitantly reaching out his hand and wraps his fingers around the doorknob. He opens the door and peaks his head in, seeing Dally on the bed. Dally seemed to be sleeping.

Johnny walks into the room slowly and quietly closes the door. At the sound, Dally sits up and looks to see who walked in. At the sight of his small boyfriend in such a beat up and bruised way, he gets out of bed.

"Oh, Johnnycake," Dally murmurs, gently pulling Johnny to the bed. He sits him down and reaches over for the first aid kit he always kept in case of emergencies.

The older boy carefully pulls off Johnny's dirtied and bloodied shirt, looking at him for injuries. There were scrapes and bruises and even a few cuts across his chest and stomach. It looked painful. The bruises were all a disgusting shade of purple and the cuts were still bleeding.

"Oh babycakes," Dally murmurs again, grabbing into the first aid kit for the items he needed. The blonde's hands were shaky now.

Dally was no stranger to cleaning up wounds since he always patched up his own. This was different though. This was his 16-year-old boyfriend who just got the shit kicked out of him by his own flesh and blood. Just the thought of what they did to him always makes him anxious and scared.

The 17-year-old's hands start to shake a little while cleaning his boyfriend's wounds, swallowing thickly. Johnny looks down at his boyfriend, watching him with teary eyes as he cleaned. The boy was in so much pain that it was almost unbearable. A tear slides down his cheek and he takes a shaky breath.

"It's okay, it's okay," Dallas cooes gently. "They won't hurt you anymore. Not now. I got you. You're with me, you're safe. If they ever touch you like that again by me, I ain't letting them walk away." The blonde leans up and gently presses his lips against Johnny's tan cheek, kind of wiping off the tear that fell.

Dally's eyes began to water themselves and it was a weird thing because Dallas Winston never cries. At least, not in front of people. Not unless he has a really good reason to break down. Johnny was all the reason in the world he needed to cry. His hands start shaking a bit more as he tended to the cuts.

Johnny glances at the blonde's hands, noticing how shaky they were. He felt awful that Dally was so anxious and sad because of him. The tan boy never wanted to make anyone feel like that, especially his boyfriend. 

"H-hey Dal," Johnny says softly. The blonde boy looks up at his boyfriend with teary eyes. "W-what do you call a-an apology written in d-dots and dashes?"

Dallas sniffles and finishes with one of the cuts his boyfriend had. He starts on the next one carefully, his hands still shaking awful bad.

"I-i dunno Johnny, what," Dally asks, his voice shaky. "Wh-what is it?" Johnny puts on a weak smile.

"R-remorse code," Johnny says softly, snorting at his own joke. He looks down at the blonde who stopped.

Dally breaks down even more and starts to sob quietly, stopping the work on Johnny's wounds. The younger boy frowns again and shakily wraps his arms around the blonde. The older boy gently presses his forehead against johnny's chest, sobbing more.

Dally was sobbing quietly like that because he was scared of losing his boyfriend. He was scared that one day, his parents were going to beat him so bad he'd die right in his own home. He didn't want to read in the paper that his boyfriend was killed by the monsters. That was the last thing he ever wanted.

"D-dally... P-please don't cry," Johnny murmurs softly, trying to coax him a little. He hated seeing Dally this broken and upset.

It was a rare time when he saw Dally like this and it made his heart ache so much because he knew it was his fault. Whenever Dally was to cry, it was over Johnny getting hurt or Johnny crying himself (which wasn't too often).

"I-i'm okay, I'm right here," Johnny murmurs, running his fingers gently through the blonde's curly hair. "I-i'm right here... A-alive and okay... J-just like you said. T-they can't hurt me when I'm with you..." He gives a small smile and kisses the top of the blonde's head lightly.

After a while of sobbing and shaky hands, Dally calmed down enough to finish patching up his lover. He stands slowly, looking over his work. The boy was now wrapped up in bandages and his hand was too. He looks around, trying to see if he could find clean clothes.

"Johnnycake," Dally murmurs, looking at him. "Take off all that dirty clothes, yeah? I'll get you something better to wear. Something not covered in blood and dirt." Johnny stands and does as he's told, standing in his boxers.

Dally gives Johnny a shirt of his and weakly smiles at his boyfriend. He takes a seat on the bed and waits for him to put it on. Johnny slowly pulls the shirt on over his head, humming softly. The younger boy always adored wearing Dally's clothes. Because of their height difference, Dally's shirts always almost ended down near his lower thigh or his knees.

"Alright, babycakes," Dally murmurs softly. "Bed time." Johnny nods slightly and carefully crawls into bed with Dally.

Dally lays back against the bed, Johnny following close behind him. The 17-year-old gently wraps his arms around the smaller boy, carefully tugging him close. Johnny relaxes against him and leans his head back against his chest. His eyes fall closed and tiredness takes over him.

His boyfriend, on the other hand, was having a little trouble finding sleep. He was still pretty shaken up over all of this. Dally swallows thickly before hesitating with his words.

"Hey... Johnnycake," Dally questions quietly, a small quiver to his voice. He swallows thickly again and his grip tightens a little around Johnny.

"Yeah, Dal," Johnny replies gently. His voice was calmer than the panicked blonde's voice. It was a rare occurrence.

"You... You know that I care about you a lot, right," Dally questions. He looks down at Johnny, looking at him with sad eyes. Johnny nods his head a little.

"Yeah, I know," Johnny replies again. "I care about you a lot too, Dally." Dally takes a deep breath and stays quiet for a minute, keeping silent.

"I love you," Dally says weakly, trying to relax. It was the first time in their six months of dating. He never thought he would be able to say it to him. It was quiet for another minute and Dally got scared.

"I love you too, Dally," Johnny says softly. There was a gentle and shy smile on his lips. The older boy's words made him calm and content, happy. "I really do love you too..."

Dally finally calms down and relaxes, his slightly tight grip on his boyfriend releasing a bit. He was now only holding the boy gently in his arms. His eyes fall closed and tiredness finally finds him.

They both fall asleep like that. Holding each other close and small smiles on their face. Both boys loved each other. That's all they really needed.