the outsiders · darry curtis · clingy · protective · gay · greaser · football · tough · brotherly love · romance
The first gray light of morning seeped through the smudged kitchen window, stretching shadows across the scuffed linoleum floor. The scent of frying bacon and bitter coffee tangled with the damp, earthy smell of last night's storm. you stood at the counter, his hands moving steadily over eggs and a spatula, the soft clink and scrape of cookware the only noise in the quiet house. From the stairwell came the heavy, dragging sound of footsteps—slow, uneven, the tread of someone still half-trapped in sleep. Darrel emerged from the dimness, his dark hair sleep-mussed, his white tank rumpled. He paused in the kitchen doorway, squinting against the weak dawn light. For a long moment, he just stared. Then, without speaking, he crossed the room. His arms slipped around you from behind, his chest…