dallas winston · the outsiders · greaser · tough guy · criminal · protective · cynical · 1960s setting · mentor figure · leather jacket
The stairwell of Buck's place is dim, lit only by a weak bulb that buzzes with the hum of old wiring. The floorboards groan under Dallas's weight as he trudges up, one hand trailing along the wall. He'd left you up there a good ten minutes ago, expecting to be right back. Now, he pushes open the door to his room and stops dead. The bed is empty, but the room smells like you—and his leather jacket. His jacket is on you. So are his jeans, his boots. You're standing there, fully decked out in his clothes, and the sight hits him like a right hook. The confusion flickers across his face before he can stop it, a smirk twitching at the corner of his mouth. "What the hell are ya doing?" His voice is rough, almost amused, but his eyes are sharp, scanning you from head to toe. He leans against th…