A/N- Hello there :3 This is my first story. I like the idea of pairing Johnny and Ponyboy from The Outsiders, and this story is slash :P! I'm not sure how many chapters this will be, but I will definitely update frequently. Please review and let me know what you think of it. Constructive criticism is always welcome.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Outsiders or any of the characters. Just the plot of this story.

"When We Were Young": Chapter ONE

PONYBOY

I woke up early that Saturday morning, excited for the following day. Johnny and I were going to have a sleepover at his house. Of course, I got a full-on speech from Darry about how most teenage boys don't have "sleepovers", and we'd had to wait until Johnny' parents were gone. To Johnny's fortune, but to his parents' misfortune, they had to visit his grandmother. She'd developed cancer almost half a year ago, and she wasn't doing too well. Johnny would have his home to himself for a few weeks.

"YOU! You stay here! We need don't need you embarrassing us in front of your almost-dead grandmother!"

Johnny's father had never been fond of him, and he was saddened by the fact that he might not see his grandmother again. Johnny said being able to have me sleepover sounded amazing, though. Just like old times. So it was mentioned. And it was planned. And it was happening this morning.

I excitedly packed a suitcase full of the few things I had: a toothbrush, some clothes, hair grease, and…my lucky stuffed elephant my parents had given me on my fourth birthday. I couldn't wait to sleepover at Johnny's! All last night I imagined all the fun stuff we could do together. I couldn't wait to wake up with him, and eat with him, and hang out with him…and bathe with him, and sleep with him…and make out w...

Johnny doesn't know I gots feelings for him. Neither does anyone. I'd be skinned alive if anyone found out that I was gay…but I love Johnny, and I always have. I've loved him since I was, like, four. He'd always hold me and touch me like I was his little doll. His beautiful golden skin, his slim build, his big brown eyes, and his soft, greasy, black hair. He'd always been so close to me throughout our friendship. I've known I've always loved him, but it wasn't 'til recent that I realized I had an attraction ta'im. When he'd held me through the night and talked to me after I had another nightmare about my parents…gosh I'm so hopel-

KNOCK. KNOCK.

"Pony! You ready to leave yet?" Johnny yelled from outside the door of our small home.

"Yeah, I'll be out in just a sec!"

"Don't do nothin' stewpid, ya'ear me?"

"Don't worry Darry, I'll try'n use my head"

"Have fun! Love ya'!" Sodapop yelled. Golly, he was a sweetheart.

Before I could exit the door, Two-Bit and Dallas entered our house at the usual time they do. Dallas was eating a banana, and Two-Bit was laughing hysterically at something Dallas must've done.

"Okay, shut the fuck up, dumbass. It ain't even that funny." Dally spat at Two-Bit

"Ahah! Wow, Dally I didn't know you played for that team!" Two-Bit hollered a homosexual joke, tears seeping from his bright eyes. I felt my face heat up and redden while Johnny sat there in an awkward stance. Everyone else was just laughing up the place. Dally didn't seem too amused though and scowled.

"Two-Bit. Psh. More like Dim-Wit. Hell outta my way, man," Dallas strutted to the sofa.

Johnny chuckled a little and motioned me to come so we could finally leave. In the distance we'd walked from the house, I could faintly hear Dallas.

"Y'know, I oughtta kick your ass. But I won't. Not 'til I finish this 'nana"

"AHHAHAH! Or 'til the banana helps you finish, right?! Whichever comes first!"

I could never tell anyone how I felt for Johnny! If that's the way they joked with scary-ass Dally when they knew he wasn't gay, they'd murder me!

I was snapped out of my thoughts when Johnny's arm brushed against mine.

"Man, Two-Bit better cool it with Dally. He'd gottsa know what Dally can do when he's angry."

We made it to Johnny's aged, beaten house. It was small and it reeked of the scent of the stench cigarette smoke trying to be eliminated with cheap air fresheners. But I didn't mind much, considering the love of my life was standing not 2 inches from me. He beckoned me to the couch. I took a slow seat next to him. I swallowed and nearly melted when he bit his lip, looked down, and rubbed his arm nervously.

"So, Pony. What should we do?", he mumbled a low, husky tone.

"I don't know," I scooted closer to him, smiling softly.

"You hungry?"

"Yeah, whats'ya got?"

"Well, uh not much I'm allowed to eat, but I'm sure my parents will understand if I do since they didn't leave me no money to get food,"

I nodded fakely knowing good and well his parents wouldn't give him a break. But I was hungry.

"C'mere, pick out what you want." He offered.

I looked through his refrigerator, feeling his body radiating heat close behind me, his breathing on my neck. I purposely scooted back a bit to get closer to him. I misjudged the force I exerted backwards and nearly toppled him over. He quickly grasped my forearm and my waist before we fell, and I gasped, embarrassed.

He licked his lips and smirked, helping me stand up.

"Easy Pone…" he moaned.

Then, I did something my heart was telling me to do, but my mind was scolding me for thinking about. I gave him an open-mouth kiss to his lips. He sucked on my mouth a little and lowered himself to my height. I grabbed his waist and gently rubbed up and down on his side. I grinded my hardened part on him. I must've taken it too far. He disconnected our lips, looked away, and let go.

"Joh…Johnny I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinkin'"

"Yeah I dunno what you was thinkin' either…" He grounded out, seemingly angry.

Dammit Pony, whys'ya gotta go pourin' your feeling all over your buddy an. I furrowed my auburn eyebrows and grasped my arm.

"Can we just get somethin' to eat now? I'm sorry…" I asked, tears comin' down my cheeks. His expression softened.

JOHNNY

I had to stop myself from letting Pony get any further. Lord knows I would've taken him right then and there. While I was kissing him, all I could think about was all the dreams I'd had of him…Pony laying naked below me, my lips to his neck, my cock rubbing onto him. Hearing him pant my name "Johnny…uhh..uhhh! Johnny..yeah…" Him laying sprawled beneath me, me rubbing his hardened cock, his eyes rolling back and his soft, toned chest rising from his uncontrollable breathing. Ecstasy.

Right now, I was thinking about all the times I'd tried to touch him from when we was young to now. I'd rub his body and see if he liked it. He, being ten at the time, was naïve and moaned loudly and didn't know I was giving him more than just a "buddy massage". And all those times I'd kiss him in his sleep, him stirring and smiling like the angel he is. I'd try and walk in on him when he'd was getting changed.

"Hey! Y'know, it's not nice to walk in on me while I'm changin'!" He chuckled, his 12-year-old, pre-pubescent body shaking violently as he rolled, laughing naked on my bean bag chair.

There'd been so many instances I'd discreetly tried to love him: tickle fights, tight hugs, kissing his cuts, showering with him. The list goes on. I'm surprised he hasn't brought it up to me or even realized I did it all those year yet. He's too old for that now, and he'd surely shun me.

PONY

During the time I'd been looking through his pantry, silence between us, I'd started recalling all those times we'd shared when we were younger. I wanted desperately to share those same moments again.

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