The next morning, Tim woke up with Dallas curled against his
chest. For a moment, he didn't know why, then last night's
events came flooding back to him. Tim felt his eyebrows jump up.
Then he scoffed before tightening his grip on Dally. It was damn
cold in the house, and Dally was warm.  But the sudden movement
woke Dallas up. He didn't want to be awake, because if he was,
Tim might make him leave. Then again, if he felt like he did the
night before, Dally might be able to get some extra warmth.
"Mornin' Tim," he said sleepily, curling his arms around the
older greaser.  Tim's body went rigid. Then it hit him.  "Wait a
minnit, how'd you know where you are? You was roarin' drunk last
night."  Dally blushed. "Well, I was actin'. Wanted to see if
you liked me."  "Oh, you li'l bastard!" growled Tim,scowling.
Seeing Dally's face turn worried, Tim grinned. "Oh well."  Tim
pounced, swinging a leg over Dally's hips, practically laying on
top of him. There was a passionate kiss shared that could rival
the one from t