Fourteen year old Ponyboy and sixteen year old Johnny sat in their favorite abandonded car at the junkyard. There was a silence between them in which they just stared at the sky. They watched as the clouds rolled by that Saturday afternoon and enjoyed the comfort of each other's presence.
Johnny stared at the sky but he didn't really see it. No, instead he was thinking of a way to tell Ponyboy about himself. Little did he know that Ponyboy was doing the same thing. Pony had a lot on his mind.
"Pony, I-I got to tell you something."
"Huh, what is it, Johnny Cakes?" Johnny, like always, blushed at his nickname that Pony gave him.
"Ummm...Well..." How was he supposed to say this. "I, umm, I love you, Pony."
Wide-eyed, Pony just looked at him. Oh no, did Johnny do something wrong? What if Pony didn't feel the same way? Or worse, what if Pony didn't accept him?
Pony grabbed Johnny by the chin and kissed him.
'Oh god, his lips are so soft. Just like I'd always imagine,' both boys thought to themselves.
Ponyboy broke it off saying, "I love you, too, Johnny Cakes."
The boys sat in the car for a little while longer, thinking about what had just happened, and in the little space between them, they held each other's hands.
As the sun started to merge with the horizon, the boys walked back home, a little closer than usual and their smiles gleamed almost as bright as the sun.
Johnny's smile faltered little when he heard the screams and yells from his house. He didn't want to go back home to that. Who knew what would happen? "Pony, can I stay at your place tonight?" As soon as Johnny saw Pony's blush, he realized what his words meant. Johnny just blushed at the thought.
"Sure, I know that Darry wouldn't mind. He thinks of you as family." The rest of the walk home was in silence but the boys didn't mind. They were happy that they have finally confessed to each other. Pony had been planning on telling Johnny that he loved him for a couple of months now. Johnny knew that he loved Pony after he had gotten beaten up by the Socs. Pony had always been there to nurse him back to health, protect him, or even stand up for him. They envaded each others dreams every night. But, now that their dream was coming true, they wondered how it would really be.
The only problem that could stand in their way at the moment was society. It was the 60's and nobody accepted people who was a homosexual. But, what did it matter? They were already outcasts. The real problem was if the gang would accept them. They were family to them and it would hurt if they didn't liked their relationship.
As they got to the front porch, they could hear the gang in the living room, watching TV. When they stepped in the house, everyone said 'hey', or 'hi'. They were too engrossed to what ever was on the screen.
Darry must have came home a little while ago because he was walking down the stairs, with his hair still damp from his shower. "Darry, Johnny is going to stay with us tonight, ok?"
"Ok. I'll have someone come and get you when dinner is done. It will be a while." Darry shuffled into the kitchen and started pulling out pots and pans for dinner.
"Ok. Johnny, Let's go upstairs." Pony grabbed him by the hand and dragged him upstairs to Pony's room.
Locking the door behind them, they sat on oppiside sides the bed. Slowly, they inched towards one another and took each other hand once again. They stared into each other's eyes, leaning closer into each other. Their lips gently touched, before crashing into each other. They both wanted this, they both felt as if they needed this. They couldn't just live on fantasies forever. They needed something to hold on to, something to always remember.
Johnny unbuttoned Pony's shirt before sliding both his shirt and jacket off of his shoulders and to the ground. Johnny's denim jacket was thrown on the floor too. Pushing Johnny down on the bed, Ponyboy kissed him furiously, but it wasn't enough. He wanted more. He wanted to hear Johnny.
In one swift movement, Pony rolled Johnny's shirt off of him and threw in to the ground. The fourteen year old kissed his neck, leaving his mark. Johnny was his and his only. No one could steal him away. Traveling lower, Pony played with his nipples - teasing them, licking them, sucking them. It was enough to make the sixteen year old's breath caught in his throat. He was trying to supress the urge to moan. "Let it out. No one will hear us. Besides, I want to hear your sexy voice." Pony played with him for a little longer before Johnny finally let it out. He moaned and it made Pony hard just listening. Johnny arched his back, demanding more, demanding to be closer to his lover.
Lowering his gaze, Pony saw the huge scar on Johnny's stomach. It stretched from about the middle of his left ribcage, diagonally, to his right side where it dissappearing into his pants. Pony knew that it went on to the top his thigh. It made him mad just thinkning that there was nothing that he could do to stop his dad. Looking at the scar made him sad, because he knew Johnny must be suffering a lot. As tears fell, Pony traced his tongue and lips on the boy's scar. His lover shivered at the touch, but was also sad inside because he knew how much it hurts Pony to look at it. Johnny's tears fell,too. Both of them shouldn't have to endure this pain. But it would be a burden to carry something like that by oneself.
Johnny sat up and held Pony's face. "Please don't cry," he said as he lick the befallen tears and kissed each of his cheeks. "Don't be sad," he said as his kissed his lover's lips. Johnny lowered him to the bed and quickly started to please his former best friend. He wanted to show Pony how much he loved him, how much he cared. "Please stop hurting." With his teeth, Johnny unbuttoned the younger boy's pants and unzippered them. Pony moaned when he wasn't so constricted.
Pushing the rest of their clothes to the ground, they were naked and exposed to one another. Pony could see the rest of Johnny's scars, his wounds. 'Where do they end?' As soon as one scar ended, another began.
Kissing Pony softly, Johnny said, "It's going to be ok. Just relax." Pony settled down onto the bed.
Licking one of his fingers, Johnny pushed it in to Pony. Discomfort clearly shown on his face.
After a while Pony got used to the motions. "Are you ready for another one?" The fourteen year old nodded. Pushing another finger in, Pony gasped and squeezed the sheets beneath him, arching his back.
"Johnny Cake, would you just do it already?"
Johnny positioned himself at his lover's entrance before pushing inside. Pony was tight and wet, and it felt really good. It was more really that an dream he had ever had. It was ecstasy for him but it didn't look that way for Pony. He looked like he was in pain. "Pony, are you ok?" He nodded, but the way he looked didn't leave the sixteen year old so sure.
He thursted a little of himself at a time. A moan escaped Pony's lips. 'Did I hit his sweet spot?'
"Johnny, that feels so good," Pony moaned. "Go faster."
'I guess I did.' With a grin on his face the older boy was more than happy to fullfill his lover's wish. So both of them was panting and moaning. It sounded so sexy when Pony cried out Johnny's name. He wanted to hear more from him.
Johnny grabbed the younger boy's shaft and stroked it in time with his thrusts.
"Johnny Cake, I love you so much," Pony moaned before they both came.
Exiting out of his lover, Johnny kissed him, tenderly and lovingly. "I love you too."
They laid in each other's embrace, resting for a little bit. Their fingers intwined as Johnny said, "Are you still hurting?"
"A little bit. But I'm ok, really."
The sixteen year old kissed his forehead, murmuring against his skin, "I'm sorry. I tried to be as gentle as possible."
"Don't worry about it."
After a small silence in each other's arms, Pony said, "Dinner should be done soon. We should clean up."
As they cleaned up, Johnny noticed that Pony was walking funny. 'Oh man, if they didn't already hear us, then they would know we did something by lookin at how Pony walked. Oh man.'
Johnny also noticed that Pony looked happy and there was this glowing aura around him. The rumors looked to be true. Well, if Pony was happy than he should be happy too. He smiled too.
Just on time, someone came upstairs and knocked on the door. "Come downstairs. Dinner is done," Soda said.
"Ok. We'll be down in a minute," Pony shouted at the door. He kissed Johnny, wrapping his fingers in his hair and moaning at the taste of his tongue. "I really do love you, Johnny Cake," Pony whispered. "I don't care what anyone says, I'll still love you. We'll be together forever."
"I love you, too. With all of my heart. Are you ready to go downstairs?"
"Yeah." They kissed once more before heading out of the door.
All eyes were on them as they sat at the table, side by side. The whole time, Two-Bit was hystrically laughing. Sodapop had to smack him in the back of the head for him to calm down a little.
Both Ponyboy and Johnny knew that they knew but it wasn't enough to wipe the smiles off of their faces. Throughout dinner, they held hands under the table.
Afterwards, they returned to Pony's room. They were tired but happy. Striping down to boxers, they slept peacefully in each other's arms.