Join the fish army

summary: when darry has you and dally go looking for ponyboy and johnny before dinner, something is bound to go wrong, especially when you discover the lot for the first time. wc: 1.3k+ cw: making out, not entirely smutty but pretty suggestive

“Dinner in twenty.”

Darry’s call from the kitchen was part of the same nightly routine before he poked his head into the living room, scanning everyone’s faces to make sure no one was missing.

Dally hummed as he switched the television channel, his free arm snaking between you and the couch to settle on the dip of your waist. He leaned closer to you, lips puckering to press a kiss to your cheek, his eyes never leaving the screen.

“I need someone to set the table. Someone go find Ponyboy and Johnny for me.”

Dallas tightened his arm around you, resting his cheek on your head and shaking his head silently. You pinched his side, praying silently that Darry didn’t see your boyfriend’s silent protest. “Dallas, go find my brothers.” Dally groaned, sinking into the couch cushions, but he couldn’t possibly say no to the man who would be feeding him tonight.

“Two-Bit, Steve, set the table. Dallas!”

Dallas huffed with an unexcited eye roll, standing up lazily and wiping the sleeve of his leather jacket from any cigarette ash. He ran a hand through his hair, staring down at you. You licked your lips, grinning up at your boyfriend.

“Yes?” You asked, tilting your head to the side. Dallas took a couple of steps backwards, looking into the kitchen carelessly and then back at you, his expression blank. Then, in a moment of weakness, he nodded his head in direction of the door, cooly asking “Come with me?”

You straightened up on the couch, shrugging your shoulders loosely as you looked around, giving Dally false pretence that you would actually consider rejecting his offer. Dally scoffed, extending one hand towards you. You giggled, jumping up and grabbing Dally’s hand, beginning to lead him out of the house. Dally wiggled his fingers, letting go of your hand to wrap his arm around your shoulders, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“They’ll be in the lot.” You said, looked up at your boyfriend. He breathed out a laugh, mumbling “There’s not a single soul in Tulsa that doesn’t know they’re in the lot.” Dallas glanced down at you, and noticing that you’d come out without wearing any layers, immediately unravelled his arms from around you to take his jacket off and hold it behind you. He held it up there, waiting for you to slide your arms through the sleeves before tucking you under his arm again.

“I’ve never really been to the lot, you know?”

Dally hummed, looking down the empty street. “’Ve only been once, during the day. Don’t know why they like it so much there.”

“Probably because they know no one else is gonna be there. Poor boys, it’s not like they can get any privacy in their own homes.” Your boyfriend sighed, running his free hand through his hair as he thought your words over. It was true, Ponyboy shared a room with his older brother, and Johnny’s parents either neglected him or were constantly nitpicking his every move. At least you had some space to breathe and see whoever you wanted. Dally included. Your parents probably wouldn’t like him, but they didn’t have to know about him to make that judgement just yet.

“Where are they?” Your train of thought was interrupted by Dally’s question. You glanced up at him, blindly following as he dragged you across the street, barely lit by the dim lamps. The lot was hidden from the road by a line up of trees, and abandoned cushions were laid out in a circle around a fire pit. At least, what looked like it had once been a fire pit.

Dally’s arm slipped off your shoulder, fingertips brushing your arm to finally intertwine his fingers with yours as he led you deeper into the lot. He hummed thoughtfully, crouching down on the floor before throwing himself onto a worn out cushion. Dallas tugged you down with him, moving his grip up your forearm to get a firmer hold on you when you tried resisting him.

You squealed your boyfriend’s name when he wrenched you forward particularly strongly, landing straight into his open arms, ready to catch your fall. He made a strained sound as the breath got knocked out of his chest, both arms immediately tightening his arms around you.

“Nice out here, don’t you think?” Dally mumbled, lips brushing against your temple. You wiggled in your boyfriend’s arms, turning to face him and smiling amusedly at him. “I think you’re a little distracted from our mission.”

“Yeah yeah, find the kids. We got twenty minutes to dinner.”

“That was five minutes ago.”

“Still gives us fifteen. We can kill a few more minutes.” Dally’s hands trailed down your body, settling inappropriately on your ass to grope you. “Dal.”

Your boyfriend only smirked, hands sliding underneath the snug denim of your jeans. You scoffed, back arching to push your chest into his face as you shivered, trying to part ways from his cold rings. “Your hands are freezing Dal.” You whined, gasping when Dally rolled you over on the cushions, landing you on your back halfway on the grass as he hovered over you, leaning on one of his forearms as his legs tangled with yours.

The hand that was still in your jeans trailed upwards to slip under your shirt, sending shivers across your torso as you took liberty of mumbling your boyfriend’s name again. Dally dipped his head down, lips brushing your ear as he whispered “I like you in my jacket.”

“Dally, if you want to do something, don’t play about and tease me.” You pleaded, lifting your hands up to grip the fabric of his shirt. “Why not, sweetheart? it’s only the best part.” He insisted with a deep chuckle, fingers grazing the underwire of your bra. His lips connected with the side of your neck to press a teasing kiss there before he ran his teeth over the smooth skin, causing you to bring a hand to the back of his head, gripping his hair to help guide him into a rough kiss.

Dallas snickered into the kiss, not in the least surprised by your lack of patience. He bit harshly on your bottom lip, causing a pained moan to escape you, but the second your lips parted, Dally slid his tongue in your mouth, muffling any other sound you had.

One of his hands came up to cradle your face, thumb caressing your jaw, which went slack in his soft yet domineering touch. Dally barely broke kiss to mumble “Good girl” against your lips before he was connecting them together again. You whined, snaking a hand through Dally’s hair and scratching your nails against his scalp, causing him to groan, head lolling forward in pleasure.

Dally moved your legs around so he could slant his body right between then, driving his pelvis forward to grind his growing erection into your core. Your legs shut around him, meeting his movements to gain some friction, moaning quietly. Dally pulled his lips away from yours, smirking down at you, hand bracing itself next to your head. He laughed feebly, licking his lips as he stared at you, free hand gripping your thigh, keeping your legs spread for him.

“Man, do not ruin the lot for us like that.” Both your heads snapped towards the voice, your eyes widening at the sight of Johnny and Ponyboy stood awkwardly by the trees. You immediately sat up, cheeks hot despite the cold air at the humiliation. Dally huffed, but didn’t talk back at Johnny, the younger boy luckily his weakness.

“Come on, Darry told us to come find you.” Johnny finally added, beginning to walk back to the Curtis household with Ponyboy when he saw Dally help you to your feet. “I thought we were supposed to be finding them.” You mumbled, unfortunately still too close to the younger boys.

“Yeah, but Darry figured something was up when we got home and you weren’t there.” Ponyboy called out, glancing back at you both with an amused smirk.

“Shut your trap, Ponyboy!”

Lesson #3 touch: Humans biggest Organ!

I have so many more plans for this! I’m so happy people like it!

I was supposed to be more active, but IRL life stuff happened that made me delay this & future projects I want to do, making me very exhausted and wanting to rest, so these 2 drawings are rushed. I promised to draw more people I’m just currently tired and have a lot of things on my plate.

I have completed two new designs for the con.