The Outsiders: Tally

Cops and Vandalizers

Dallas and Tim do a little erotic roleplay.

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Today was the perfect day to stay in. It was pouring outside, the sidewalks and streets almost flooding with fresh water.

Dallas planned on leaving Tim's house, for he stayed over. But the rain ruined his plan for the better. He was able to stay in bed with his boyfriend cuddling up next to him, the sound of the rain gently tapping against the bedroom window. After a while of talking to each other, shutting each other up with their lips, and going through a couple of cigarettes, the blond stood up and began observing the older man's room a bit more closely.

He started with Tim's wall, inquiring about the many fan posters and family portraits decorating it. After receiving a couple of responses, he transitioned to the dark-haired greaser's closet. He curiously looked through the hanging clothing before his eyes caught one that looked out of place. An realistic-looking police uniform was hanging amongst the rest of the dull-looking clothing. The blond pulled it out of the closet and held it up so Tim could notice.

"Oh yeah!" Tim exclaimed, his eyes lighting up a bit, "My old police officer costume. I wore it a couple of Halloweens ago. The real officers were not happy, let me tell you."

Dallas nodded as he stared at the uniform, the badge's lustrousness almost blinding him. He looked over at Tim, imaging the older man in it.

Tim looked over at the blond, watching as his face grew red.

"What?" he said.

"N-Nothing, nothing," Dallas shook his head, "I-I was just... uh... c-can you still fit this?"

Tim snorted.

"I was twig back then, babe. I don't think I can. Why?"

Dallas bit his lip.

"I-I don't know. Uh... forget it," Dallas said, putting the costume back.

"Why don't you try it on?" Tim suggested.

"What? Me?" Dallas scoffed, "Why me?"

"Just try it on," Tim shrugged his shoulders, "I wanna see how you look in it."

Dallas raised a doubtful eyebrow at his boyfriend, but didn't see the harm in trying on the costume. Luckily, he was only in his boxers, so he was able to slip it on very easily. He adjusted the costume and presented himself to the older man. Tim smirked at the blond, getting up from the bed.

"Well, well, well. Look at you, Officer Winston," Tim chuckled at himself, getting a closer look at Dallas, "I gotta say, it fits you like a glove."

"Hmm. You think so?" Dallas said.

"Yeah," Tim said, licking his lips, "And your ass looks mighty good in it, too."

Dallas sucked his teeth and playfully hit Tim's chest.

"Shut your trap, Tim," Dallas growled.

Tim walked around the blond, finding himself liking him in the costume. A little idea came to him.

"Why don't we put this thing to good use?" Tim whispered.

"The hell do you mean by that?" the blond questioned the older man's motives.

"What're your thoughts on roleplay?" Tim got close to the blond's ear.

Dallas shuddered from Tim's lustrous voice, the costume getting a little tighter on him.

"Roleplay?" he repeated.

"Yeah. Do a little fake scenario," Tim said, "It'll be fun. I promise."