#paul in darry’s lap is INSANE

[marciavalance]

oh they’re NEVER beating the gay allegations

[witchyleehibernates-fics]

I’ll do Anything to be With You Tonight

Summary:

Darry needed their late night meet ups just so he didn’t drive himself insane with the guilt. Paul was more than happy to meet with him, to drive out of town as far as they were willing to go at midnight and park where no one could see them. “Darrel, Darry,” Darry glanced over at Paul, a tinge of worry and fear rushing through him until he saw the look in Paul’s eyes. Kindness shown through alongside the worry that always seemed to be in Paul’s eyes whenever he managed to actually get Darry alone after several hangouts where his brothers forced themselves with. “You know that I don’t mind your brothers coming with, right?” Darry looked away quickly, and Paul sighed. “But our hangouts are for us, not-” Darry’s voice died in his throat as suddenly Paul swung himself over the center, resting himself on Darry’s lap in a way that was not comfortable being done in a car. Darry’s head tilted up so that he could see Paul’s eyes, even if he wished he could look anywhere but at Paul’s eyes. Darry didn’t exactly have the choice of looking anywhere else now. His hands rested nervously on Paul’s thighs.

Content Warning's/Trigger Warnings: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

Characters: Darry Curtis, Paul Holden

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 1,212

Status: Complete

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Fifteen year old Darry had thought that having two younger brothers was… annoying. They always wanted to be hanging out with him, especially his youngest brother Ponyboy, and it was insufferable always trying to convince them to go play with their friends while he hung out with his own. They always wanted to be with him whenever he went out. Darry hated it.

Paul seemed fine whenever his brothers were particularly clingy, even though he didn’t have any siblings, like when he’d been unable to convince Sodapop to hang out with Steve and Johnny with Ponyboy. Or when he’d been unable to convince Ponyboy that, no, Steve didn’t hate him, he just wanted more of Sodapop’s attention.

But Darry could almost feel the annoyance that Paul felt, could hear it in the sigh that Paul would let out before it was covered up with a smile as he greeted whichever brother, or both of them, had clung so tightly to Darry’s side. Darry always felt so embarrassed whenever he needed to bring his brother’s with… even if Paul assured him that it was okay, and that he didn’t mind.

Darry needed their late night meet ups just so he didn’t drive himself insane with the guilt. Paul was more than happy to meet with him, to drive out of town as far as they were willing to go at midnight and park where no one could see them.

“Darrel, Darry,” Darry glanced over at Paul, a tinge of worry and fear rushing through him until he saw the look in Paul’s eyes. Kindness shown through alongside the worry that always seemed to be in Paul’s eyes whenever he managed to actually get Darry alone after several hangouts where his brothers forced themselves with. “You know that I don’t mind your brothers coming with, right?” Darry looked away quickly, and Paul sighed.

“But our hangouts are for us, not-” Darry’s voice died in his throat as suddenly Paul swung himself over the center, resting himself on Darry’s lap in a way that was not comfortable being done in a car. Darry’s head tilted up so that he could see Paul’s eyes, even if he wished he could look anywhere but at Paul’s eyes. Darry didn’t exactly have the choice of looking anywhere else now. His hands rested nervously on Paul’s thighs.

“Darrel.” Paul’s voice was smooth, smoother than Darry’s was. Which Darry found so unfair that Paul had no voice cracks since they’d started puberty. It felt like Darry had one every other sentence some days and every hour on the easy days where he ‘barely had any’. “You’re brother’s love you, they want to spend time with you.” Paul uttered. Darry was frozen in place, eyes tracing Paul’s to imprint it in his memory.

“I see them all the time, they don’t need to be barging in on our time.” Darry uttered quietly, it was dark enough outside that he had no fear or care about Paul’s position. They were far enough away from any lights that would shine in enough to let passerby see them… or anyone to see them, Paul had driven them pretty far out of town. “This is our time, and it took me sneaking out a window to even get here alone, with you.”

“I don’t think you get it…” Paul sighed, leaning down and pressing a chaste kiss to Darry’s lips. Darry kissed back as quick as he could, knowing that Paul wasn’t going to let this conversation drop anytime soon. He needed the tiny bit of affection he could get right now. “Your family is… is so warm, so… unlike anything I’ve experienced, and it’s because of how close you all are… from how you all love each other…” Paul huffed a breath that fanned over Darry’s face.

“I love spending time with your brothers, because Darry, it’s amusing to me that they don’t realize how they cling to you. They want to sit next to you, they want to copy you, they want to match with you, because in their eyes, anything you do is so fucking cool to them.” Paul continued, using his free hand to run through Darry’s hair; which was, for the night, completely ungreased.

“But they’re so annoying,”

“To you.” Paul stopped Darry from continuing. “They’re annoying to you, because, yeah, like you said, you see them all the time. But to me, it’s an inside glance at your family, at how you interact with them, at how the three of you are being raised, and Darry…” Darry watched as Paul lost his words, or hesitated even saying them.

“What?” Darry asked quietly, mind running with possibilities faster than he could process them.

“Darry, those glances into your life? I want it. I want more of it…” Paul pressed another kiss to Darry’s lips, pulling back before Darry could respond to the kiss. Darry pouted at him, briefly, before smoothing over his face again in confusion.

“What does that mean, Paul?” Darry asked, ignoring how hard his heart was beating in his chest. The hand holding Darry’s chin moved to rest on his shoulder, Paul’s other hand was still buried in Darry’s hair, which felt important to Darry somehow.

“I don’t know how to get the words out… I-” Darry surged forward, pressing his own kiss to Paul’s lips before pulling back. He had a feeling he knew exactly what Paul was saying now. He knew Paul had always struggled understanding love, or with expressing his love in a way that made sense to others… but Darry didn’t need him to make sense.

“So don’t,” Darry uttered. Paul blinked at him in confusion. “Don’t force yourself to say something if you can’t… I’m right here, you’re right here, we’re alone, we don’t have to speak or do anything.” Darry wasn’t sure he knew what he was saying, or if it made any sense, but he could feel the tone shift inside the car, like an understanding was passing through them.

“Can we lay down… for a while?” Paul asked, lowering to hide his face against Darry’s shoulder. Darry moved his arms then, wrapping them around Paul’s frame and just holding him.

“Of course we can. Backseat?” Darry asked, and Paul nodded against his shoulder. Darry could feel the exhaustion on the other, and he had to wonder if everything was alright at home…

‘those glances into your life? I want it. I want more of it…’

Maybe Darry should start calling Paul over more often to just… hang out at home. Darry didn’t say anything as the two of them crawled over the front seats and into the back, Paul accidentally kicked Darry in the ribs and Darry accidentally pulled Paul’s hair, which got a laugh from the both of them both times.

They settled quickly, with Paul’s back to the backseats’ backrests, head tucked under Darry’s chin. Their arms were wrapped around each other, somehow both lazily and protectively. Darry wasn’t sure if Paul’s eyes were open or not, or if he’d end up falling asleep for a while before they had to drive back to town to sneak back into their houses… Darry watched the stars, humming a quiet tune his mother would hum when he was younger.