Curly Shepard was frustrated.

He was currently sitting on his bed, back against the wall as he sighed and combed his curly hair through his fingers. The 17-year-old had finished a day of hanging out with Ponyboy Curtis—not that he was complaining. Curly loved spending time with Ponyboy as much as he adored the boy himself. What had Shepard in a bind was the "no sex" policy Ponyboy had him under. Ponyboy and him have been successfully "going steady" for a month now; one long, tedious month of no sex. Curly couldn't remember the last time he went a month without sex. Why the hell would he want to?

Curly felt his manhood twitch. He had been jacking off a lot more nowadays too. Not that Curly was complaining. Jacking off to vivid images of Ponyboy together with him had Curly coming hard.

Curly rubbed his hair, wondering if he wanted to comply with his manhood's wish. The urge was there, yet he wanted to spend some time thinking rather than doing. It wasn't often Curly thought deeply and thoroughly about things, but Curly really wanted to be intimate with Ponyboy.

He needed a plan.

Ponyboy had said he wanted time. Time to be sure of himself and know that he was ready when he was ready. He respected Ponyboy's request. If you were to ask Curly, he'd say Ponyboy was insecure. Curly didn't see what the hell for though. The young Curtis boy was the most adorable and sexy thing he'd ever seen. He guessed that was the thing about insecurities. They were scary just as they were ridiculous.

Curly sighed again and pulled his head back till he thud against the wall. He had to think deeper. Knowing Ponyboy there was always something deeper about what he was saying. That's just how the kid was.

Well alright then. Curly thought. He was the younger brother of one of the toughest greaser in Tulsa. And even a good hood himself. He wasn't easily scared off.

Curly closed his eyes and thought back to when Pony told him no.

[Flashback]

Curly looked down into those lovely green eyes when his hand was pulled out of Ponyboy's pants.

Curly allowed himself to internally panic. Had he done something wrong? He had only put his hand in the back of Pony's pants and rubbed his entrance. There was nothing wrong with that.

Suddenly Ponyboy kissed Curly on the nose, taking him out of his trance.

"Where'd you go?" The young boy pulled up against him asked.

"Uh," His eyes scanned the vacant house they were standing in. His instincts were high from the life he lived and sometimes they acted up for no reason other than he was a sad paranoid bastard. "I don't know. What's up with you?"

Ponyboy's eyes were cast down.

"I'm not ready for that yet, Curly." The boy spoke softly. "I need time to be sure. Of myself…I'm sorry."

He felt Ponyboy pull away.

Curly pulled him back in a tight hug.

"It's okay, babe." He kissed the boy's forehead. "What's got you not feeling sure?"

Ponyboy looked away again. "I just feel like…I don't know enough…Something feels missing."

[End Flashback]

Curly shot up from his bed.

That was it!

Ponyboy wanted to know more about Curly Shepard.

Curly gave a 'what the fuck for' expression for nobody. They practically grew up together, but Ponyboy wanted to know more about what he couldn't normally see. He wanted to know the boy who wasn't always worrying to keep up his reputation. The damn boy wanted to get emotionally personal.

Curly hated being emotional for many obvious reasons, yet it was that very thing keeping him and Ponyboy from coming closer together.

The 17-year-old shook his head violently, yelling. "Damn it!"

If Ponyboy wanted to get personal, then he'll do it.

"Game on, babe."