![]() ![]() In spite of that, he eventually forced out a rather desperate shout of “PLEASE!” and Dally finally let him go. Soda tried, he really did, but it was a little hard to say anything properly through mad fits of laughter. It was a threat that Dally was more than willing to follow through on, and the helpless greaser knew it. "C'mon, you can do better than that! Say it right, or we’ll be here all day!” “Go on, say it!”ĭally scoffed, harshly squeezing Soda’s right hip. How about this? Say ‘please.’ Apparently that’s how you ask for stuff politely.” The way he said 'politely’ left little doubt as to how he felt about rules like that, but nonetheless he carried on with the demand. “I could stop, but I don’t know if I want to. “Hmmm,” Dally hummed thoughtfully, single hand still tickling wherever he could reach. “GAAAAAHAHA! N-nohoHOHAHA! St-stAHA! DOHON’T! D-DAHALLY!” Soda yelped out through his mirth-filled shrieking. His actions were just sporadic enough to keep Soda guessing, as well as keep him in a constant state of screeching and squealing. One moment he was kneading his left side, the next he was scratching at his belly, and then before Soda’s mind senses could catch up he was worming a finger into the boy’s navel.ĭally’s strategy was certainly an effective one, not to mention downright ruthless. The devious glint that appeared in Dally’s eyes let him know just how much mercy he was going to get, and before he could get another word in, Dally attacked.Įven though Dally only had one hand free, he was more than skilled enough to drive his victim up the wall. Realizing the hopelessness of his situation (because there was no way in hell Dally would give him a chance to fight back), Soda swallowed nervously before answering. "Any last words?” he said with all the confidence of a predator who’d just captured it’s prey. The second he was free, Dally whipped himself around and pounced on Soda, pinning the latter’s wrists over his head. The younger greaser was forced to roll off Dally as a result, ending up with his back against the floor. So, the moment he felt the legs around his waist relax, he sprang into action.įar too entertained by Dally’s laughter, Soda was totally unprepared for the older boy to suddenly shove himself up off the ground. ![]() Still, he wasn’t willing to just lay there and let Soda tickle the hell out of him. The boy mentally cursed himself for forgetting to guard his armpits, not that it really helped. “MmhmpfffahaHAHAHAHA! St-stohAHAHAP! DahAHAHAmmit!" When that earned him muffled giggling, he went for bare skin, sliding his fingertips into the sleeves of Dally’s t-shirt. Soda’s hands suddenly moved up, slipping under Dally’s arms before the latter could clamp them to his sides. “Well, if you wanna do this the hard way…” Why drag it out?”ĭally did not reply, too busy trying to keep quiet. “Oh, come on! We both know you’re gonna crack sooner or later. It didn’t take long for Soda to catch on, and he rolled his eyes at his friend’s stubbornness. However, he clamped his jaws shut before any other embarrassing sounds could make their way out. Unable to stop himself, Dally released a choked laugh. Moving his hands from the very top of Dally’s ribcage to the bottom before going back up again, he danced his fingers over the area as if he were playing an instrument. Soda simply snickered in response, and before any more words could be exchanged, he burrowed his fingers into Dally’s ribs. Dare.” Dally ground out when his efforts failed him. When it finally hit him, his eyes widened and his body tensed as he tried once more to buck off the younger male. “Oh wait, that’s right! I can make you!”Ī short moment passed as Dally processed the meaning behind Soda’s words. However, he immediately perked up, his voice taking on a significantly more mischievous tone. “Well…if you don’t want to, guess I can’t make you,” Soda mock-pouted, not that the other boy could really see. Maybe smile a bit more.”ĭally scoffed from his position on the floor. “You know what? I think you need to lighten up. ![]() I’m pretty comfortable where I am, thanks.” He chuckled when Dally growled. Rather than complying, he simply smirked from his seat on Dally’s lower back. Sodapop for his part was unphased by the older greaser’s glare. “Soda! Get your ass off me!” demanded a scowling Dallas Winston. (So, here’s a Dally/Soda tickle fight fic for the anons who wanted The Outsiders tickling! It’s been ages since I read the entire book or saw the movie, so I hope I didn’t do too bad of a job. ![]()
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