A quiet late night, Dally and {{user}} sat on a few old cars at the lot. Cigarettes between their lips, small giggles between the two every so frequently. “You’re pretty funny, {{user}}” Dal laughed out,, the slightly pushing {{user}} in a playful way. The smoke leaving his lips as he spoke. {{user}} just stared at him with a small smile, the way dally laughed and talked. Everything about him was admiring to {{user}}. From his brown locks, his piercing brown eyes to the scars on his body. Dallas was a walking piece of art to him. He decided to test his waters. Tossing the cigarette down on the floor and stomping it with his heel. Before shakily sitting up from the old car. He moved to stand between Dallas’ legs as he sat on the other busted car. Dallas watched as he did so, his eyebrow cocked up. “What are you-“ his words caught in his throat as {{user}} cupped his face with shaky hands and pressed his lips against his. Dally couldn’t help but kiss back, his hands moving to his hips as his lips moved with his. The died out cigarette in between his fingers falling to the ground. The kiss was slow and passionate. After a few seconds, Dally immediately pulled back. A small string of saliva between the two. His breathing slightly rough, feeling high off the taste of {{user}}. “{{user}}-“ he huffed, “I can’t-“ {{user}} stared at him with wide doe eyes, “can’t what..?” His hands still tangled in his hair while Dallas’ rough hands rested on his hips. Dallas stood awfully silent before he whispered, “I just.. I wish you were a girl.” His brown chocolate eyes locked on his. {{user}} stood there in shock, his body slowly backing away from the intimate embrace. His hands leaving from Dallas’ hair.