The front door of the Curtis house squeaked on it's hinges as Steve came through the door. Soda, who was on the couch with Two-bit called out a greeting. The swirly hair male looked at him for a few moments, just kind of blinking.
"Oh hey Steve," Darry said, walking out of the kitchen.
Steve's attention diverted to the eldest Curtis as said first male moved towards Darry, resting his hand on the males stomach.
"What are you doing?" Darry asked trying to step back.
With every step back or to the side he took, Steve followed him, rubbing his hands over his arms and stomach.
"Steve Randle what are you doing?" Darry asked, in a slightly panicked voice.
"I just want to feel you, I mean your muscles,"
"Knock it off," Darry said loudly, pushing the males hands away and fleeing back to the kitchen.
The swirly haired greaser looked conflicted for a few moments before moving over to where Pony was sitting and sat next to him. The younger male scooted to the side a bit as Steve moved forward, putting his hands on Pony's arm.
"Steve, what are you doing?" Pony's voice was slightly higher in a bit of panic.
"I want to feel your muscles, what there is of them," Steve's hands moved to Pony's stomach.
"Stop," Pony said, pushing at Steve's hands.
The older male just shook his head as his hands moved more over him. Pony's panicked eyes flicked over to the other couch looking for help, only to find the piece of furniture empty.
"You have some really nice muscles there Pone," Steve muttered as his hands slid up over his chest and over his leg too.
"Steve stop," Pony said, trying to push Steve off again, still not getting very far.
"I don't wanna," Steve said, still touching Pony's stomach and arms.
"Stop,"
"Ponyboy,"
The younger male looked around as the room started to fade away.
"Ponyboy," The voice was stronger and louder as the room fully disappeared and faded to black.
"Ponyboy Curtis wake up,"
The green grey eyes of Pony opened and looked up into the brown eyes of Soda.
"Well hi there Sleeping Beauty," Soda snickered as Pony sat up, the older male moving to sit on the other couch.
"Why did you wake me up?" Pony mumbled.
"Darry will be home soon and you know he doesn't like it when you take naps on school days,"
"Yea yea," He let out a yawn.
"Hey Soda, how long has the meat loaf been in the fridge?" Steve asked walking out of the kitchen.
The youngest Curtis's eyes grew wide as he jumped off the couch and backed a bit down the hall way looking at Steve. Said male gave him a strange look.
"What?"
"Don't touch me," Pony half yelled, before bolting into his room, a few seconds later the lock was heard.
"What on earth was that about?" Steve asked, looking at Soda.
"I have no idea and it's been in there I think three days,"
"Cool," Steve said, heading back to the kitchen to get some of before mentioned meatloaf.
~*~*~*~Author's Note~*~*~*~
Well if that wasn't a complete Crack!Fic, I don't know what is
This came from a conversation me and one of my friends were having.
S. E. Hinton owns the outsiders.
Even if now I want some meatloaf.