Warning: Dirty language, sexual gestures (nothing too graphic).
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Kaleidoscope Eyes

Going out for ice cream was starting to seem like a bad idea to Two-Bit. As he watched Pony lick his ice cream, he became more and more hot and bothered. Who would have known that Ponyboy Curtis, chocolate fanatic, would actually favor vanilla ice cream. And damn he was a messy eater...

"Somethin' wrong with you ice cream?" Pony asked, eating his own more seductively, although it was unknown to him. "You haven't eaten much."

"Huh? Oh, no! It's fine ... just a little hot," he whispered the last part to himself. He took another spoonful of ice cream. Unlike Ponyboy, Two-Bit ordered a banana split.

Pony shrugged, and continued to assault his ice cream.

"So," Two-Bit tried, attempting to alleviate the arising problem in his jeans. "How are you and Dally doing?"

Slightly surprised by the question, Pony responded, "We're all right."

"Y'all haven't fought yet?" Pony shook his head 'no'. "So, the only disagreement y'all have had was whether to do it on the bed or the floor."

Pony's cheeks flared scarlet, and he gave Two-Bit a look that said 'who told you that?' "Could you ... when we're ... can you hear us in there?"

Two-Bit laughed, "No, I was just joking, but apparently I was right on the money." The younger boy couldn't look any closer to death by embarrassment. "Well, now that the cat's out of the bag, which side usually wins?"

Pony took Two-Bit's spoon from his fingers, and took a bite of the banana split. "Mm," he hummed, avoiding the very personal question, "This is really good. You should eat some before it melts all the way through."

"Yeah, yeah, but—"

"Really, you should try some," and Pony shoved a spoonful of the ice cream in Two-Bit's mouth.

xXx

The rest of the day was amazing; Two-Bit couldn't have asked for anything better. A day filled with laughter, ice cream, and that perfect blush that highlighted Pony's attractiveness. Nothing could ruin this... or so Two-Bit thought.

A red T-Bird pulled up next to the two boys on the sidewalk. When the driver rolled the window down, Two-Bit rolled his eyes while Pony's face lit up.

"Hey, Dally! What are you doing here?" Pony asked excitedly. He stopped a minute to acknowledge Johnny, who was sitting in the passenger seat, albeit with less enthusiasm.

"Johnny and I were just on our way to your house when we spotted you two grease monkeys walking around town. Y'all need a ride?"

Two-Bit wanted so badly to tell the blond to go away, get lost, and stop trying to ruin his perfect moment, but of course he couldn't. Not unless he wanted to get his head kicked in, or upset Ponyboy. So, he nodded and made to open the back door so he could sit next to Ponyboy, who was already settled in the seat.

Dally leaped out of the front seat, keys jingling between his fingers. "Hey, Two, you mind driving? I'm real tired, what with driving around town all day." It seemed as if Dally was in the back, snuggled up against Pony before he even had a chance to deny.

"Sure, Dally, I can drive," if he'd taken a moment's glance away from his boyfriend, Dallas would have noticed the very uncharacteristic glare directed towards him. He shoved the key in the ignition, and pulled away from the curb...

xXx

Two-Bit glanced up in the rear view mirror, this time seeing nothing more than that stupid white-blond hair that he'd grown to loathe in the past few months.

They were making quite a bit of noise ...well, Ponyboy was at least. Two-Bit gripped the wheel hard, his knuckles just shy of flushing white. He was supposed to be the one in the back having his way with Ponyboy, not Dallas. Dallas should have been the cab driver, but that wasn't the way fate willed it.

"Spread your legs," it was a subtle request made by Dallas, but it wasn't quiet enough to be just between them. A glance at the tanned skinned boy in the passenger seat confirmed that he'd also heard it.

Two-Bit heard Pony moan again, and he had a pretty big hunch that Dally had gotten his way.

After a few more minutes, Pony's moans became a lot louder and more frequent, and Two-Bit just about had enough of it. He tapped Johnny's leg, causing him to look up, his eyes clearly portraying discomfort and embarrassment.

Silently, Two-Bit mouthed the words, "Buckle up!" while pulling his seatbelt on. Once he was reassured by the clicks, he winked at Johnny before slamming his foot down on the brakes. He smirked when he felt something big hit the back of his seat.

"What was that?" Two-Bit asked, knowing full well that it was Dallas that flew forward when his car stopped.

"I should ask you that," Dally seethed, rubbing the back of his head. "What the hell was that for?"

Two-Bit had to hide the smirk that was bubbling on his lips, "I thought I saw a cat run in front of the car; you wouldn't want me to kill an innocent creature, would you, Dal?" Dally growled, and Two-Bit went on, "Besides, you should have had your seatbelt on; it's for your own safety."

That was all that was said, and Two-Bit slowly started driving away again. From the backseat, nothing more could be heard other than Pony's soft voice asking if Dally's head was okay.

It was the first time Two-Bit had sabotaged the couple, and it gave him such a rush knowing that he'd pulled the two off each other, even if it was only for a moment. That's why this time was far from the last.

There was the time he'd caught Dallas sneaking into the bathroom when they both knew that Pony was in the shower. Two-Bit waited about five minutes before claiming he had to use the restroom.

Once in there, he smirked evilly as he walked to the toilet. Anyone that ever spent a morning at the Curtis house knew that flushing the toilet while someone was in the shower, turned the water colder than anything. But, this morning, it 'slipped Two-Bit's mind.'

Pony screamed, Dally gasped, and Two-Bit half-assed a lame apology.

"Sorry, Pony, I forgot," he heard Dally mumble something under his breath, and it definitely wasn't a compliment. "Dally? You're in there too? Huh, maybe you guys should shower one-at-a-time; that tub isn't all that big."

And then there was the time he'd tricked Darry into stopping the couple's fun.

"I think he's sick," he told Darry, his voice laced with false concern. "He didn't look so hot when I picked him up from school, and he's been back there for a while..."

Darry's face was cool, collected, even though Two-Bit knew he was panicking on the inside. "I'll go check on him –"

"Don't bother knocking, Superman. I've been knocking all day, and he just yells that he's fine and to go away," that was only partially true. He had knocked a few times, but it wasn't Pony that yelled at him; it was Dallas.

Darry nodded and disappeared down the hall, only to rush into the kitchen a moment later. Two-Bit snickered, and then followed the oldest Curtis brother.

"Well, is he alright?" Two-Bit asked.

"Yeah, he's just fine..."

"What's up with you, Superman? You act like you've seen someone's ass."

Darry growled at Two-Bit, the same time Pony entered the kitchen, his clothes sloppily put on.

"What did you need, Darry?" Pony asked, sounding about as awkward as he looked, and that was pretty damn awkward.

"Nothing really," Darry answered, "Two-Bit here thought you were sick, and wanted me to check on you. I didn't realize you were busy."

Two-Bit thought this would be the end, that Pony would scurry on back to his room and continue doing whatever he was doing with Dally. But instead, he turned to the burly greaser, unconsciously fixing his hair.

"You thought I was sick? Why would you think that? I've been fine all afternoon."

The question was totally unexpected, and Two-Bit didn't have much time to prepare an answer. Quickly, the burly greaser glanced at Darry for help, but the older man just shrugged and exited the kitchen.

When he glanced back at Pony, he noticed that the boy had his arms folded across his chest, irritation painted clearly on his face. "Darry, Two-Bit and I are going for a walk!"