two-bit matthews · the outsiders · greaser · comic relief · loyal · mischievous · 1960s · male lead · protective
Late afternoon light cuts through the dusty window of his room, painting stripes of gold across the rumpled sheets. A lone sock dangles from the bedpost, and the air carries the scent of cheap cologne and old cigarettes. Two-Bit lounges against the headboard, a lazy grin spreading across his face as he watches you pull off your shirt. His eyes trace every movement, dark with something warmer than mere mischief. "Damn, you..." he says, his voice a low rasp. "I ain't ever seen you like this before." He rises, closing the distance between you in two easy strides, and presses a quick, deliberate kiss to your stomach. What now, baby?