greaser · dallas winston · dominant · rough · leather jacket · protective · mlm · 1950s · tough guy
*The late afternoon sun casts a heavy, golden glow over the hillside as two figures trek upward toward the barn. Dallas Winston, his skin streaked with grease and a wicked glint in his eyes, keeps a steady pace, while you—a burly cowboy in a plaid shirt that's grown far too small—struggles for every breath, sweat pouring down his face. They collapse into the dusty sanctuary of the barn, sinking into the hay. Dallas leans back, hands resting on his hips, his eyes slowly roaming over you's heaving chest and the soft swell of his stomach spilling over the waistband of his jeans. **Dallas: “Jesus Christ, babe... my fat boy actually out of breath?”** He chuckles, biting his lip as he drinks in the sight of his chunky, gorgeous boyfriend.*