Warning: Slash, and a lot of talk about condoms.

Pairing: Dally/Ponyboy

Disclaimer: I don't own The Outsiders, nor its wonderful characters.

Awkward

"Flavored condoms?" Dally asked, arching his white-blond eyebrow in comical amusement. Immediately, it seemed, Ponyboy regretted his request as a dark blush settled about his cheeks. This, of course, only heightened the level of the JD's amusement in the whole situation.

"Well—I mean, they don't have to be flavored," Pony shifted his weight uncomfortably under Dally's intense gaze. This, Pony decided, was the most embarrassing discussion he'd ever had in his life.

Dallas leaned back into the couch, eyes never leaving his boyfriend who was standing nervously in front of him. "Then what do you want if they're not flavored?" he questioned, and he could only swear he was joking when he said, "Would you like heated ones?" He nearly chocked on his laughter when Pony didn't object. "Glory," he breathed through a particularly thunderous guffaw, "You want heated condoms!"

Ponyboy just about keeled over due to his hatred of being the butt of the joke, and the flames that were lashing his cheeks didn't help in any way. He crawled onto the couch and childishly buried his face into his lover's chest.

Sensing that his boyfriend was now upset, Dally quickly bit down lightly on his tongue, stifling his laughter. He waited until he could trust himself to open his mouth without laughing to comfort the auburn-haired 15-year-old. "Pony, I'm not laughing at you, I'm laughing because I never expected to have this conversation with you."

Pony mumbled something into Dally's chest, something the blond couldn't quite make out. However, it was to the tune of, "Sorry I asked."

Dally rubbed small circles into the boy's back, an action of comfort that he wouldn't have received if the others in the gang were present. "Don't be sorry," he bit his tongue again, "We can go to the store later, and you can pick out anything you want."

Pony popped up, his green eyes shinning with a hopeful and excited glint, "Really? I can pick any one I want?" the boy inquired.

"It's what I said, ain't it? But only on one condition," Pony's excitement waned slightly as he waited anxiously for the blond to divulge on what his condition was. The older boy leaned in, his forehead resting lightly against Pony's, and his breath ghosting against his pale skin, teasing his already raging hormones. "Only on the condition that I get to fuck you like an animal when we get back." They stared into each others eyes, both seeing the lust and need in the other before fiercely tangling their lips together in a heated kiss.

xXx

Pony gasped in shock at Dallas when they stopped in front of the DX that evening. When Dally said they'd go to the store, he figured it would be one that his brother didn't work at. When he saw Soda wave at him from inside the shop, Pony sunk in his seat.

"Can't we go somewhere else to buy them?"

Dally ran a hand through his hair, "Nah, we're already here, kid. Let's just grab 'em really fast." He glanced at Pony who looked like an extremely embarrassed turtle, tucked inside his shirt the way he was. "If I'm honest, I really want to try some of these new condoms with you. I'm kinda really curious to see how crazy you get," he winked at the smaller boy, who had peaked up at him. One thing about Pony that would never fail to turn Dally on was the innocence the boy seemed to always carry. Oh, how he loved to ravish him, steal that innocence from him, night after night, and turn him into a sex-crazed, cum-hungry whore.

"Damn," Dally had to look away from those bright green eyes, he was going to ruin his jeans way to soon if he kept his mind swimming in the thoughts that they were. Pony wanted to ask what was wrong, but Dally was already beginning to step out of the car. "Hurry up, Pony," the urgency in his voice did not go unnoticed.

xXx

"Hey, guys, what're y'all doing here?" Soda asked, as if he didn't know. They were just stopping by for a Coke and a chat, and then they'd be on their way, like usual. So why did Pony look so flushed right now? They'd done this over and over. "You okay there, Pone? You look a little sick."

This only made him blush even harder, "No, I'm fine." The three of them stood awkwardly for the longest time before Dally lost his patience and nudge Pony towards the "family planning" isle.

"Are you guys actually stopping by to pick something up?" Soda asked, shock lightly laced in his voice. "What are you looking for? I could help you find it—"

"No!" Pony burst, startling Soda and making Dally chuckle. "I mean, no, I can get it. Thanks anyway," and then he disappeared into the shelves. Luckily for him, Soda didn't take notice that Pony had slipped into the isle where the condoms were stored, but it was only a matter of time before he'd find out considering he was the only cashier on duty.

"What's up with my brother? Is he feeling okay?" Soda asked Dally hoping for an answer.

Dally shrugged, "He's fine. You know how he gets sometimes."

It was true; Soda did know how Pony could get, but that was primarily when he was embarrassed. There was nothing that Soda could fathom to be embarrassing about walking into a drug store that he hung out in all the time.

Jeez, Ponyboy thought as he looked at all the brands and sizes. He'd never shopped for condoms before; Dally always just seemed to have them when they got busy. But this time Dally told Pony to get them, forgetting to inform him on some important things.

I guess I'll just find what I want and then call him to pick the right size, Pony rationalized. He had to be quick though; he'd already spent quite a bit of time gawking at all the boxes of condoms, and he knew if he spent too much time Soda would come looking for him. How embarrassing would that be?

Soon he had his choices narrowed down to four boxes: one strawberry flavored, one watermelon flavored, one Fire and Ice, and one Ribbed for Her Pleasure. All he now needed was a size to buy them in.

"Dally," Pony called staring at the top right corners of all the boxes: small, medium, large, medium-large, extra-large... so many choices.

Dally came by, his fists jammed into his pockets and his face questioning, "You got everything?"

Pony motioned for his boyfriend to come deeper into the isle before he pointed at the corner of a box and mouthed the words, "Which one?"

Dally stared at him for a minute, and then laughed. What a good question. "Small," he joked. Pony, who was so gullible, didn't pick up on the attempted joke and started to switch out the boxes he had for ones that were size small. "I was only teasing," Dally shared then helped him pick out his actual size.

Medium-large, Pony thought, That seems more accurate.

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