Chocolate and Vanilla
Chapter 1: Off to different Locations
Author Notes: Hey everybody! This is a RPG-story that me and Kristie wrote (Silent Dirge on ffNET) together and thought it would be a good idea to make into a story. I'm working on making sure everything's all fixed up before we release to the public. :3 As they say on late night TV, 'Heeerreeee's Johnny!'
Okay, so that was corny. XD
Warnings: Slash, boy/boy, yaoi, mild swearing (mostly Two-Bit. XD), and some sexual references. Nothing too graphic though. :3
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Ponyboy at in his small bedroom that Sodapop and him shared, working silently on the bed. His math textbook was open on the bedspread, and his notebook sitting on his knee. Biting the eraser of his pencil, Pony thought for a moment before bending back over and scribbling something on the piece of paper. Yawning, he put down the pencil and rubbed his eyes. It was nearing 6:30 and he knew Soda would be tearing in the bedroom soon to get him to play something with the rest of the gang. Standing up, Pony put his notebook and textbook away into his backpack.
There was a small knock and Darry poked his head into the door, watching his younger brother place his things neatly into the small bag. "Oh good, you're finished. Soda's wanting you to come do somethin' with everyone else. I'm glad you got your homework done quickly. It makes things easier 'round here."
The fourteen-year-old looked up and smiled weakly. Placing the last pencil into the bag, Pony stood up high and stretched his arms above his head. "Yeah, I guess I'll go out now..." Darry nodded, and left the room, his younger brother following him out into the hallway. Pony could already hear talking - Dally and Two-Bit were obviously playing poker and were already in their daily arguement...
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"IT'S NOT AN ACE! Fuckin' hell." Two-Bit threw the card at Dally, baring his teeth. Once again, the hood had caught him cheating and he had nothing to really defend himself with this time. He had plenty of cash and it was Dally who was loosing. Screwed, he was. Standing up, snarling, the rusty-haired greaser went into the kitchen to get a beer. Maybe that would calm his nerves.
Dally, on the other hand, caught the card with ease and threw it at the back of the nineteen-year-old's head as he stormed away. "That mean you're forfeiting your pack of weeds here, Two-Bit?" The hood grinned widely, his pointed teeth in clear view. As for a reply, he got a frustrated grunt and Two-Bit returned to the table to scoop up his winnings, stuffing them in his jean's pocket. Dally laughed.
"Anyone else wanna play?" He looked around the room, but Soda and Steve were busy wrestling and Darry was probably making himself more coffee. Shrugging, the white-haired greaser wandered into the kitchen to pester Two-Bit more.
Walking into the living room, Pony sat down on the couch, listening to Dally and Two-Bit fight and watching the two seventeen-year-olds wrestle. Sighing, Pony curled up into a ball and rested his head on his arm. Sodapop was sweating as Steve held him in a tight choke hold. Soda strugged to get out of the grasp, but knew that it was no use. Steve was a lot stronger than him and Soda didn't exactly want to get choked to death.
"Uncle!" Soda finally yelled, prying Steve's arms off of his neck. Smirking, Steve let go of the blonde and leaned back against the small coffee table. "Can't you ever let me win sometimes?"
The swirly-haired greaser grinned and poked the collapsed Soda with his foot. "No, I wouldn't let you ever win. Besides, it gives you a chance to get a little stronger." He poked Soda again, making Soda growl.
Watching the scene with interest, Pony smirked inwardly. No, Steve wouldn't ever let Soda win. It would mean sacrificing a bit of his pride. And everyone knows how Steve Randle is about his pride. Soda would just have to get a bit stronger and then he'd eventually be able to beat his best friend. But Pony knew that if that happened at all, it would be a long time from now.
Hearing someone come back into the living room, Steve turned his head to see a very furious-looking Dally wander out of the kitchen, kick the Curtis' front door open and storm off into the night. Two-Bit, who looked very triumphant, poked his head out of the kitchen door to flip the bird at the hood's back.
Steve shrugged at the scene and prodded Soda again. "Looks like Dal's out for the night." He turned his swirl-covered head towards Pony and gave him a cold stare. "You comin', or what?"
The younger greaser returned the stare but remained silent. He didn't particually want to get into a fight with Steve at the moment. Pony knew that he'd never win. Soda looked at his best friend and younger brother, shrugging. "It would be fun if you came Pony. We were thinkin' of goin' to the lot to play a game of football or somethin'."
Pony nodded and shrugged. Two-Bit poked his head back out of the kitchen again, holding his arm out. "Where's the bandaids?"
"Right in the drawer in the bathroom. Just make sure you don't use up all of them, or Darry'll skin ya." Soda replied. Two-Bit gave the blonde a lopsided grin and made his way to the batroom, shutting the door behind him. "But yeah, as I was sayin', you should come Pony. It would be fun. We haven't played a game of a football for a while now!"
Hearing his brother make his remark, Darry poked his head out of the kitchen and gave Soda a small grin. "It was actually just yesterday afternoon that we played, little buddy."
Soda just laughed and shrugged his shoulders. "That's still a long time in my brain!"
Two-Bit snorted and came back out of the bathroom, the bandaids in his hands. He sat down beside Pony, and put his feet up on the coffee table. "What brain?" Soda chucked a pillow at the greaser, making Two-Bit spill the box of bandaids on his lap.
"Ah, shit." Two-Bit muttered and picked the bandaids back up into the box, grumbling something like, 'I never have to do this kind of stuff at home'. Pony laughed quietly and turned away from the older greaser. He did a quick look around the room, noticing that someone wasn't there, besides Dally.
"Where'd Johnny go?"
Two-Bit perked his eyebrow and looked down at the frail boy next to him; flicking the bandaid wrapper at the back of Steve's head, he answered simply. "He's in the bedroom at his house, naked, legs spread and calling your name." The redhead laughed loudly at what he'd just said, while everyone else in earshot cringed or tried not to imagine that. "Anyways, I'll take ya somewhere. You and Johnny. Soda and Steve might wanna be on their own tonight, ya dig?" He ruffled the smaller greaser's hair, making it stick out wildly and stay like that because of the grease. Two-Bit smirked and wrapped the bandaid around a small cut on his forearm.
Pony fought down a blush that was making it's way up his face and looked down. He tried to ignore what Two-Bit said, but it really started making himself think. Shaking his head ever so lightly, Pony looked back up and grinned at Two-Bit. "That'd be great Two-Bit. Hopefully Johnny'll come back soon..."
Grinning, Steve knew he'd have to thank Two-Bit later. He and Soda could do something as friends, without 'the tagalong' attached to Soda's leg. But then again, Soda had asked... which made him slightly frustrated.
Soda jumped up and grinned, ruffling Pony's hair also. "We'll be back later then, Pony. Don't let Two-Bit get y'all into trouble now!" Soda pulled Steve up by the arm and turned towards Darry, who had made his way into the living room. "You wanta come, Dar?"
His older brotehr sighed and shook his head. "I've got a few bills to pay and I'd like to get them out of the way now so I don't have to do it later. Y'all go out and have a fun time. Ponyboy, I'd like you back here no later then midnight, ya understand?"
Pony nodded and turned back towards Two-Bit. "What are ya wantin' to do anyways?"
At that moment, the front door opened and Johnny walked into the house, giving a small wave. "Hey y'all..."
Two-Bit's grey eyes widened at the sight of Johnny entering the house. He stood up immediately, storming up to the tanned boy in an angry fashion. He was joking around and he hoped Johnny would catch onto that as well. "I told you to wait at your house so we could threesome! Glory, can't you hold it in for ten minutes while I get the guy?!" He ruffled the overly greased, black hair and grinned widely. Johnny just stood there, dumbfounded.
"...What?" He blinked his wide, black eyes and stared at Two-Bit. The older greaser stared right back, with equally wide eyes and one eyebrow perked. The staring contest lasted a few seconds, until Johnny looked away from Two-Bit and wandered over to the couch where Pony sat. Sitting down next to his best friend, he stared down at the floor in his usual shy manner.
Pony shook his head at Two-Bit and looked over at his best buddy out of the corner of his eyes. "Hey..." he said softly, smiling. Johnny looked up and smiled back at Pony.
Meanwhile, Two-Bit continued what he was trying to say earlier. "I was thinkin' maybe we should head down to The Dingo, pick up some girls, you know..." he looked outside with a far-off expression; then grinned as his thoughts wandered to a rather pleasant thought of a threesome or moresome with some blondes. Maybe a redhead or two.
As Two-Bit was lost in his thoughts, the two young boys sat in a comfortable silence. Probably about his many blonde girlfriends... Pony thought with a roll of his eyes. The fourteen-year-old stood up and stretched his arms above his head. His t-shirt lifted up, exposing a bit of his stomach. Johnny stared at the small build up of muscle and shook his head, looking away. He didn't want anybody to catch him staring at Pony. "We should probably get goin' now.. and - oh, bye Soda."
Soda waved to the guys, him and Steve leaving the house. "Bye y'all!" The door closed with a snap, and Pony turned back towards Two-Bit. "Anyways, as I was sayin', we should probably head on over there, so we don't get caught in a huge crowd..."
"Naw, can't go yet. I smell like a barn; best have a shower first, eh?" Two-Bit grinned; really, he was delaying. And showering might give him a chance to show, what he felt, was his delicious body to Pony. Maybe he'd get a nice stare out of him too.
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Hope you guys like!
~Kashew and Silent Dirge
September 29 2003 - October 14 2003
Chapter 1: Off to different Locations
Author Notes: Hey everybody! This is a RPG-story that me and Kristie wrote (Silent Dirge on ffNET) together and thought it would be a good idea to make into a story. I'm working on making sure everything's all fixed up before we release to the public. :3 As they say on late night TV, 'Heeerreeee's Johnny!'
Okay, so that was corny. XD
Warnings: Slash, boy/boy, yaoi, mild swearing (mostly Two-Bit. XD), and some sexual references. Nothing too graphic though. :3
Ponyboy at in his small bedroom that Sodapop and him shared, working silently on the bed. His math textbook was open on the bedspread, and his notebook sitting on his knee. Biting the eraser of his pencil, Pony thought for a moment before bending back over and scribbling something on the piece of paper. Yawning, he put down the pencil and rubbed his eyes. It was nearing 6:30 and he knew Soda would be tearing in the bedroom soon to get him to play something with the rest of the gang. Standing up, Pony put his notebook and textbook away into his backpack.
There was a small knock and Darry poked his head into the door, watching his younger brother place his things neatly into the small bag. "Oh good, you're finished. Soda's wanting you to come do somethin' with everyone else. I'm glad you got your homework done quickly. It makes things easier 'round here."
The fourteen-year-old looked up and smiled weakly. Placing the last pencil into the bag, Pony stood up high and stretched his arms above his head. "Yeah, I guess I'll go out now..." Darry nodded, and left the room, his younger brother following him out into the hallway. Pony could already hear talking - Dally and Two-Bit were obviously playing poker and were already in their daily arguement...
"IT'S NOT AN ACE! Fuckin' hell." Two-Bit threw the card at Dally, baring his teeth. Once again, the hood had caught him cheating and he had nothing to really defend himself with this time. He had plenty of cash and it was Dally who was loosing. Screwed, he was. Standing up, snarling, the rusty-haired greaser went into the kitchen to get a beer. Maybe that would calm his nerves.
Dally, on the other hand, caught the card with ease and threw it at the back of the nineteen-year-old's head as he stormed away. "That mean you're forfeiting your pack of weeds here, Two-Bit?" The hood grinned widely, his pointed teeth in clear view. As for a reply, he got a frustrated grunt and Two-Bit returned to the table to scoop up his winnings, stuffing them in his jean's pocket. Dally laughed.
"Anyone else wanna play?" He looked around the room, but Soda and Steve were busy wrestling and Darry was probably making himself more coffee. Shrugging, the white-haired greaser wandered into the kitchen to pester Two-Bit more.
Walking into the living room, Pony sat down on the couch, listening to Dally and Two-Bit fight and watching the two seventeen-year-olds wrestle. Sighing, Pony curled up into a ball and rested his head on his arm. Sodapop was sweating as Steve held him in a tight choke hold. Soda strugged to get out of the grasp, but knew that it was no use. Steve was a lot stronger than him and Soda didn't exactly want to get choked to death.
"Uncle!" Soda finally yelled, prying Steve's arms off of his neck. Smirking, Steve let go of the blonde and leaned back against the small coffee table. "Can't you ever let me win sometimes?"
The swirly-haired greaser grinned and poked the collapsed Soda with his foot. "No, I wouldn't let you ever win. Besides, it gives you a chance to get a little stronger." He poked Soda again, making Soda growl.
Watching the scene with interest, Pony smirked inwardly. No, Steve wouldn't ever let Soda win. It would mean sacrificing a bit of his pride. And everyone knows how Steve Randle is about his pride. Soda would just have to get a bit stronger and then he'd eventually be able to beat his best friend. But Pony knew that if that happened at all, it would be a long time from now.
Hearing someone come back into the living room, Steve turned his head to see a very furious-looking Dally wander out of the kitchen, kick the Curtis' front door open and storm off into the night. Two-Bit, who looked very triumphant, poked his head out of the kitchen door to flip the bird at the hood's back.
Steve shrugged at the scene and prodded Soda again. "Looks like Dal's out for the night." He turned his swirl-covered head towards Pony and gave him a cold stare. "You comin', or what?"
The younger greaser returned the stare but remained silent. He didn't particually want to get into a fight with Steve at the moment. Pony knew that he'd never win. Soda looked at his best friend and younger brother, shrugging. "It would be fun if you came Pony. We were thinkin' of goin' to the lot to play a game of football or somethin'."
Pony nodded and shrugged. Two-Bit poked his head back out of the kitchen again, holding his arm out. "Where's the bandaids?"
"Right in the drawer in the bathroom. Just make sure you don't use up all of them, or Darry'll skin ya." Soda replied. Two-Bit gave the blonde a lopsided grin and made his way to the batroom, shutting the door behind him. "But yeah, as I was sayin', you should come Pony. It would be fun. We haven't played a game of a football for a while now!"
Hearing his brother make his remark, Darry poked his head out of the kitchen and gave Soda a small grin. "It was actually just yesterday afternoon that we played, little buddy."
Soda just laughed and shrugged his shoulders. "That's still a long time in my brain!"
Two-Bit snorted and came back out of the bathroom, the bandaids in his hands. He sat down beside Pony, and put his feet up on the coffee table. "What brain?" Soda chucked a pillow at the greaser, making Two-Bit spill the box of bandaids on his lap.
"Ah, shit." Two-Bit muttered and picked the bandaids back up into the box, grumbling something like, 'I never have to do this kind of stuff at home'. Pony laughed quietly and turned away from the older greaser. He did a quick look around the room, noticing that someone wasn't there, besides Dally.
"Where'd Johnny go?"
Two-Bit perked his eyebrow and looked down at the frail boy next to him; flicking the bandaid wrapper at the back of Steve's head, he answered simply. "He's in the bedroom at his house, naked, legs spread and calling your name." The redhead laughed loudly at what he'd just said, while everyone else in earshot cringed or tried not to imagine that. "Anyways, I'll take ya somewhere. You and Johnny. Soda and Steve might wanna be on their own tonight, ya dig?" He ruffled the smaller greaser's hair, making it stick out wildly and stay like that because of the grease. Two-Bit smirked and wrapped the bandaid around a small cut on his forearm.
Pony fought down a blush that was making it's way up his face and looked down. He tried to ignore what Two-Bit said, but it really started making himself think. Shaking his head ever so lightly, Pony looked back up and grinned at Two-Bit. "That'd be great Two-Bit. Hopefully Johnny'll come back soon..."
Grinning, Steve knew he'd have to thank Two-Bit later. He and Soda could do something as friends, without 'the tagalong' attached to Soda's leg. But then again, Soda had asked... which made him slightly frustrated.
Soda jumped up and grinned, ruffling Pony's hair also. "We'll be back later then, Pony. Don't let Two-Bit get y'all into trouble now!" Soda pulled Steve up by the arm and turned towards Darry, who had made his way into the living room. "You wanta come, Dar?"
His older brotehr sighed and shook his head. "I've got a few bills to pay and I'd like to get them out of the way now so I don't have to do it later. Y'all go out and have a fun time. Ponyboy, I'd like you back here no later then midnight, ya understand?"
Pony nodded and turned back towards Two-Bit. "What are ya wantin' to do anyways?"
At that moment, the front door opened and Johnny walked into the house, giving a small wave. "Hey y'all..."
Two-Bit's grey eyes widened at the sight of Johnny entering the house. He stood up immediately, storming up to the tanned boy in an angry fashion. He was joking around and he hoped Johnny would catch onto that as well. "I told you to wait at your house so we could threesome! Glory, can't you hold it in for ten minutes while I get the guy?!" He ruffled the overly greased, black hair and grinned widely. Johnny just stood there, dumbfounded.
"...What?" He blinked his wide, black eyes and stared at Two-Bit. The older greaser stared right back, with equally wide eyes and one eyebrow perked. The staring contest lasted a few seconds, until Johnny looked away from Two-Bit and wandered over to the couch where Pony sat. Sitting down next to his best friend, he stared down at the floor in his usual shy manner.
Pony shook his head at Two-Bit and looked over at his best buddy out of the corner of his eyes. "Hey..." he said softly, smiling. Johnny looked up and smiled back at Pony.
Meanwhile, Two-Bit continued what he was trying to say earlier. "I was thinkin' maybe we should head down to The Dingo, pick up some girls, you know..." he looked outside with a far-off expression; then grinned as his thoughts wandered to a rather pleasant thought of a threesome or moresome with some blondes. Maybe a redhead or two.
As Two-Bit was lost in his thoughts, the two young boys sat in a comfortable silence. Probably about his many blonde girlfriends... Pony thought with a roll of his eyes. The fourteen-year-old stood up and stretched his arms above his head. His t-shirt lifted up, exposing a bit of his stomach. Johnny stared at the small build up of muscle and shook his head, looking away. He didn't want anybody to catch him staring at Pony. "We should probably get goin' now.. and - oh, bye Soda."
Soda waved to the guys, him and Steve leaving the house. "Bye y'all!" The door closed with a snap, and Pony turned back towards Two-Bit. "Anyways, as I was sayin', we should probably head on over there, so we don't get caught in a huge crowd..."
"Naw, can't go yet. I smell like a barn; best have a shower first, eh?" Two-Bit grinned; really, he was delaying. And showering might give him a chance to show, what he felt, was his delicious body to Pony. Maybe he'd get a nice stare out of him too.
Hope you guys like!
~Kashew and Silent Dirge
September 29 2003 - October 14 2003