What the hell have I done...

ANYWAY

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TW: Gayness, tickles and Two-Bit being Two-Bit.

It was a Saturday afternoon, and Two-Bit was crashing at the Curtis' house. No one else was home except for Ponyboy and himself. "Hey, Pony," he made an attempt at a conversation, only to have the youngest gang member shush him.

"Don't talk to me right now, Two-Bit. I'm reading."

Two-Bit let out a mischievous chuckle as he made his way closer to the smaller boy. "Ya know, I didn't volunteer to babysit for you to ignore me-" Two-Bit was interrupted by Ponyboy's hand swinging in front of his face. Out of instinct, he tightly gripped the arm of his 'enemy,' pulling him to the ground. Pony tried to fight back, but Two-Bit was already on top of him, laying down on the youngest Curtis brother.

"Two-Bit," groaned Pony. "get off of me." Two-Bit quirked an eyebrow- his signature move- and shook his head with a smirk.

"Did someone say somethin'? I swear I can hear someone talkin'..." Suddenly, as if he had planned this before (which he had), Two-Bit straddled Ponyboy and began pinching at his sides. Everyone knew that Pony was the second most ticklish person out of the seven greasers, but no one but Pony and Two-Bit could remember the first. The smaller boy's eyes widened, and he immediately started squirming.

"TWO-BIT, GET THE HELL OFF OF ME RIGHT THIS INSTANT!" Ponyboy struggled to get just that one sentence out through his laughter, but he managed to do it right before taking another swing at the taller man, only to have him block it again. This time, however, Ponyboy's hands were stacked on top of each other and pinned above his head. He gave him a sly smile and scratched at his armpits as the boy underneath him began to kick his legs wildly. Two-Bit sat closer to his knees so he couldn't loosen his grip as easily.

"Aww, but, Pony, it's so much fun! Besides, I know you love it~" He snickered and dug his hands a bit deeper into the boy's hollow pits. After a while of Pony screaming for mercy, Two-Bit finally ceased the tickling, still straddling him. He shifted his weight to his stomach, trapping him tightly in a headlock. Ponyboy struggled some more, but had already tired himself out from trying to escape the tickle torture he had been involved in just a few seconds ago.

"Two, please," he weakly pleaded. "Please let me out. I'll do...I'll do anything." The moment he saw the smirk appearing on his buddy's face, Pony immediately regretted his words.

"Hmm...Anything?"

"A-anything."

"Okay. Well, first, holler uncle."

"What? No!" Pony was too stubborn for his own good. He realized this when he felt the other's arms tighten around his neck. "O-okay! Uncle!"

Two-Bit loosened his arms, but he stayed on top of his stomach. "Good boy," he playfully taunted. "Now, one last thing you have to do."

Pony groaned, clearly annoyed. "What is it?"

"Kiss me."