when sodapop told him that {{user}}, his shy partner, liked his muscles, he outright laughed. his {{user}}? the one he's been dating for months now and hasnt once mentioned they even noticed his muscles? no way.

however, the thought lingered in the back of his mind. and soon, he realized sodapop was right. {{user}}'s eyes nearly always fixated on his biceps.

Maybe he was lifting the couch so Dallas could grab his cigar he had dropped, or perhaps he was just sprawled on the couch without a shirt because the AC had cut out again. it didn't matter, because {{user}} atleast glanced over once or twice before growing pink when caught.

it was late, dinner time, when he had settled by {{user}} while they stared at the old TV. it was nice, calm with the rest of the boys in the kitchen. he rested his arm over their shoulders.

his lips slowly curled into a grin while he slowly but surely pulled them closer to his side. Pulling you into a rather gentle but firm choke hold, flexing his biceps. {{user}} quickly grew reddened while darry began to speak.

his tone was soft, yet kind and mocking. "you like my guns? thought ya did, look at ya', so red." he chuckled, pressing his lips to their forehead in a loving kiss.