A/N: Not much to say here unless it's here's the next chapter! I decided to start making more chapters instead of only a two-shot, so if anyone wants to make a request for somebody being tickled and by who, you can message me or write in the reviews. This chapter was inspired by Goldenthorns, who asked me to do a chapter with Johnny, Ponyboy, and Dally. Again, this story is somethin' I made to just create fluff with "The Outsiders" characters, who are owned by S.E. Hinton. Please read, enjoy, and review! :D :)
It was a hot summer day in Tulsa, a place where the two gangs, the greasers and the Socs, would usually curse and beat up on each other, but it was too hot for anybody to be out on the sidewalks or streets that day of late June. Ponyboy Curtis, the youngest greaser in the Curtis' greasers gang, was busy sitting on the couch in his living room with his eyes glued to a book that was called Gone With The Wind. On the other hand, his best friend, Johnny Cade, the second youngest greaser who was abused, was sitting next to him with his legs kicked up onto the coffee table, a lit cigarette being held inbetween his pointer and middle fingers of his right hand, and a bored expression was plastered on his face.
The two greasers were so hot, drinking at least ten bottles of water, along with some Pepsi and Coke to remain as cool as possible in that temperature. However, it wasn't that easy since summer was just beginning, smacking everybody in Tulsa with a sticky sensation that would instantly have 'em all sweating and running to get wet or something to drink after they only open up their front door.
Johnny peeked over at Ponyboy, seeing how he was so lost in the book that he was reading that it was as if his reddish-brownish, decently long, greasy hair that was dangling in front of his sweaty streaked face was completely unnoticeable. Johnny, being the shy and polite sixteen-year-old boy that he was, didn't want to disturb Pony; so, the Cade decided to snatch up the remote that was resting beside his bottle of water on the coffee table.
"Only twenty-five cents-"
"Bring your family to-"
"M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-"
"You better be wearing your sunblock and sunglasses because-"
"Are you looking to adopt? If so-"
Johnny kept on flipping through all the channels with his bored facial expression remaining perfectly straight on his face. Nothing good or appropriate was on TV; not even the fuzz was breaking up a fight surprisingly. There's usually always a fight breaking out for the news to catch, but it was so steaming and moist that June day that it was almost like nobody was hanging out outside. Greasers weren't in their lots, Socs weren't driving around in their corvettes or mustangs, greasers weren't at the park, Socs weren't even at that new expensive public pool; it was as if everyone in all of Tulsa vanished.
After switching through the Curtis' TV channels at least one-hundred times, the Cade gave up and turned the TV back off. After that, he crossed his arms over his slightly dirty green T-shirt and laid his head back, remaining absolutely bored as he blew his long, jet-black, greasy bangs out from hanging in front of his eyes. Nothing but complete silence filled the Curtis' living room, minus the sounds of Pony flipping the pages in his book every thirty or so seconds. Nonetheless, Ponyboy decided to break the strange quietness after he peeked over in Johnny's direction to notice how bored he looked.
"Is everythin' all right, Johnnycake?" Ponyboy questioned, marking the page that he was at in his book before closing it and placing it down on the coffee table besides his half-drank water bottle.
"I don't know," Johnny sighed and shrugged his shoulders. "I'm just bored is all. It's so strange having your house super quiet like this...I know it might sound crazy, but I'm used to hearing Steve and Soda wrestle, Dally cursing at Two-Bit when he's cracking his classic jokes, Darry warning all of us to be careful and if he break somethin'; we're buying it, and the TV is on the news because a fight being broken up by the police...everything just seems so different, ya dig?"
Understandingly, Pony nodded his head with complete agreement. "Yeah, I dig you, but I don't think that sounds crazy at all. I agree with you completely; I'm absolutely used to tuning all of the noise out, but with no noise to treat like it's not there, I'm not that big of a fan staying home like this."
"What can we do 'bout it, though? We can't go anywhere because it's too hot; and besides, even if it wasn't boiling like this, we couldn't go anywhere anyway. The Socs sometimes decide to get drunk by the park, we could possibly get ambushed again like last summer, and we already saw the most recent film at the movies with Dally." lectured the Cade. Instantly, confusion swiped across Pony's face at the mention of the toughest greaser in all of Tulsa.
"Speakin' of Dally, where is he? I haven't seen him 'round at all today. Darry's at work after forcing himself to go through this blustering heat, Soda and Steve are on a double-date at Sandy's place, and Two-Bit is at Kathy's house probably getting drunk and watching Mickey Mouse just like their last date."
"Oh, yeah. Dally told me yesterday night that he would be hunting some action at Buck's place today since yet another reckless party is smashing out over there." Johnny explained. Still remaining absolutely confused, Ponyboy cocked an eyebrow, a trick that he had picked up from Two-Bit over the years.
"...I thought Buck got caught and thrown into the cooler by the fuzz after his previous party got out of hand..." Pony pointed out.
"You're right, Buck did get arrested and he's goin' to be serving two-to-three months in jail for allowing alcohol to be drank by younger teens, fights to spurt out with weapons or just bare hands, and after all of that stuff that happened in the many bedrooms. That's why Buck's older brother is goin' to be the one hosting this party, which I can already tell isn't goin' to end up well." lectured the Cade.
"Buck has an older brother? I thought he was an only child...I could've sworn that's what Dally said." the Curtis confusedly touched his chin and shrugged to himself.
"Dally actually didn't know about Buck's older brother until he got tossed into the cooler. Nobody actually knew about him...Buck didn't know he had an older brother until he hit nineteen years ago." Johnny informed.
"What's his name?"
"Miles. Dally told me that he's thirty-seven, married, has two daughters and a son, and a criminal record that's just like Dally's."
Secretly, Pony rolled his eyes at the mention of Miles' police record. "...That's just perfect." he sarcastically sighed, and then added with a more serious tone: "Dally can't afford getting busted by the fuzz at another one of Buck's parties."
"Yeah, I know, but I bet Dally can handle himself. He always does." reminded Johnny. Then, as if it was meant to happen, the Curtis' phone rang. The confusion returned to Pony's face, but Johnny simply stood up from the couch and put his cigarette out in the ashtray. After that, he decided to strip off his jean jacket, leaving it to land on the couch. "I'll get it." he said.
Ponyboy sat still and listened to every word that came out of Johnny's mouth after he picked the phone up and answered whoever was on the other side of the line.
"Hello?...Um, yes, I know who Dallas Winston is...my name is Johnny, yes...I'm at my best friend's house, Ponyboy Curtis...yes, sir, that's his real name...may I ask who is calling?...Oh, hi, what's goin' on with Dally now?...Uh, I see, yeah...all right, Ponyboy and I will be there to get him in a few. Thank you. Good-bye."
Without any hesitation, Pony leaped up on his feet and stared at Johnny with complete concern after hearing the small conversation. "What's going on?" asked Pony.
"Pone...remember when I told you a minute or so ago that Dally always handles himself?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Well, I was wrong this time. That was Miles on the phone. He said that Dally got so drunk that he passed out and somebody needs to come and get him."
"Ugh..." Pony took in a deep breath and released it as a sigh, pouting. "Oh, leave it to Dally to do somethin' like that."
"We're the only ones who are available, Ponyboy. Besides, we got nothin' else better to do since we're bored out of our minds, and we can't have Dally risk gettin' arrested again." Johnny reminded.
"I know," Ponyboy mumbled, "we never leave a friend behind. Let's go get him and hurry back here before it possibly gets even hotter."
The Cade and the youngest Curtis bashed out the front door, leaving it to slam shut behind them like it always did. Buck's place was about fifteen minutes away from the Curtis' house, but no one else was on the sidewalks or streets that day, so Ponyboy and Johnny knew that they wouldn't have to worry about getting jumped like they did a ton of times in the past.
"Miles, is that you?" Johnny shyly squeaked after he and Ponyboy made it to Buck's house and knocked on the front door. They probably waited for fifteen or so seconds until a man who looked just like Buck, but with different colored eyes and a bit longer hair, opened the door for them and glared at them with a cigarette being held inbetween his lips. Plenty of more people, most of them looking about sixteen-to-twenty, were drinking vodka, playing the smoke ring challenge and chicken, making out with some other person, wildly dancing to the echoing music, gambling, laughing, and making complete fools out of themselves like it was no big deal.
"Yes, that's me in the flesh. Who are you?" Miles demanded to know after he took in a drag of his cigarette and blew out an okay smoke ring. Dally was the best at blowing perfect smoke rings, along with Two-Bit.
Nervously, Johnny took down a small gulp before speaking again. Miles was a whole lot more taller and looked more muscular than Buck, and Miles had a few scars on his face. "We spoke on the phone 'bout fifteen minutes ago. I'm Johnny and this is Ponyboy. We're here for Dallas." stuttered the Cade.
"Ah, right. He's right over there, past out on one of the tables...stay here, I'll get him for you two kids." Miles closed the front door again after talking, which left Ponyboy and Johnny exchanging their facial expressions for a couple of seconds until the door opened up again. Miles was holding Dally up by underneath his arms, dragging his lifeless like body out for Johnny and Ponyboy to take. Since Dally was still passed out, Ponyboy and Johnny had to drag him back to the Curtis' house; Johnny held him up from under his arms like Miles previously did, and Ponyboy grasped his shins and helped the Cade carry the surprisingly very light Dallas Winston.
"God, doesn't Dally eat?" Ponyboy groaned in the hot rays that were beaming down on him, Johnny, and Dally like magnets. Tiredly, Johnny snickered, but didn't answer. All Ponyboy was hoping was that he wouldn't get any sunburn; otherwise, Darry would lecture him on why he went out all by himself with just Johnny in the hot sun and no protection from the burning rays, especially to Buck's dangerous house.
Since Johnny and Pony had to carry Dally all the way from Buck's house to the Curtis' house, the fifteen minutes turned into at least an half an hour walk in the pits of fire. Sweat was madly forming all over the three greasers and dripping like there was no tomorrow, but no matter how much Ponyboy and Johnny were tired, they kept on walking until they finally made it back to the Curtis' house.
"Uh, thank God for shade!" Pony sighed with absolute relief after he and Johnny got Dally through the front door, which Johnny accidentally hit the back of Dally's head into, but not even that woke Dally up from passing out.
"My bad, Dally, my bad..." Johnny muttered worriedly, as if Dally was awake and knew what he did.
"I'm beat...and I ran over a mile with the track team!" Ponyboy took in and let out deep breaths, panting away.
"I dig you...phew, I'm tired myself...I don't blame you, Pone." Johnny understandingly panted himself, and without thinking, the Cade and the youngest Curtis allowed their arms to drop, forcing Dally to fall to the floor in front of the coffee table with a loud thud. Johnny's eyes grew huge with nervousness as he and Ponyboy took a moment to stare at Dally still out cold, and then they looked up at each other.
"...Shouldn't we have put him on the couch?" Johnny asked. Ponyboy gazed down at Dally again, studying how he looked and taking in again how tired he was. Johnny did the same, silence surrounding the two of them until Johnny exhaustedly added on a few seconds later: "Actually, nevermind...he looks comfortable where he is."
Johnny and Ponyboy plopped themselves down on the couch and continued catching their breath.
"I can't believe...Dally got so drunk that...we had to go fetch him and drag him all the way back...in this heat!" Ponyboy breathed, wiping away some sweat from his forehead.
"I know...I mean, I'm not mad at Dally...but I wish he would stop gettin' so drunk like that..." panted Johnny, "anyway, do you got any idea of what we could do now? I'm still bored as heck."
"I am, too...um...let's see..."
Silence met the room for about ten seconds...fifteen...twenty...twenty-five...etc. Ponyboy and Johnny both were trying to think of something that they could do to keep them in the shade and take away their boredom. Finally, after the two greasers shared a small glance to see if they had any ideas come to them, they locked their eyes on Dally. He was dressed in gray muscle shirt, a light gray pair of worn out jeans, and brown pointed toe boots; his almost white hair that was covered with hair grease hung in his face, and he was looking absolutely peaceful for a change.
"Hm..." Ponyboy formed a devious, but playful smirk, now having an idea shine in his mind as if it was a lightbulb that flicked on. "I think I have an idea of somethin' we can do."
Eagerly, Johnny paid full attention with complete interest shining in his eyes. "You do?"
The youngest Curtis nodded his head. "Yep."
"What do you have in mind, man?"
"Well, I think Dally needs to be taught a lesson for getting drunk like that and having us run to get him and bring him all the way back here when it's boilin' outside."
Confusedly, Johnny cocked an eyebrow, but his black puppy like eyes shot huge. "What are you gettin' at, Pone? If we mess with Dally, he's goin' to kill us the minute he wakes up!"
"Relax, Johnnycake," Ponyboy snickered, "just trust me, okay? I promise you that he's not going to kill us; he won't get the chance to, especially the minute he wakes up from being out cold. Now, I need you two go upstairs and get two of Darry's belts from his room. Go!"
Johnny hesitated, taking a moment to process Ponyboy's order before he finally nodded his head and trotted off to go get some belts.
Dally began to come to, softly moaning and groaning with sweat still covering his body, and he could feel two gigantic pains eating away at his head. One pain was straight in his forehead, which Dally knew for a fact was because he drank a whole lot at the party, which those memories were coming back to him, but he didn't understand why this other pain was there digging at the back of his head.
When Dally squinted his eyes open, seeing how his vision was going from blurry to clear a few times before it finally stayed clear, he didn't need to think twice about where he now was after keeping his eyes on the Curtis' ceiling.
"Oh man...that's enough drinking for today..." Dally softly spoke to himself, but when he attempted pulling down his fists so he could rub his eyes and then get up from the floor, his arms wouldn't come down. Confusedly, Dally gazed up at his right fist, raising his eyebrows with concern at the sight of his arm being stuck to one of the legs of the Curtis' coffee table from a belt being tied tightly around his wrist. "What the..." Dally turned his attention over to his left fist then, seeing how it looked no different from his other fist. Angrily, Dally yanked at the belts that were holding him in place over and over again, but he surprisingly couldn't escape them; that surprised Dally, because he could get out of handcuffs, break out of the cooler, and dodge the fuzz, but he couldn't get himself out of two belts that were keeping him down.
"Oh, look at what we got here, Johnnycake," Ponyboy peeked into the living room from the doorway that led into the kitchen, and after he saw Dally finally awake, that same smirk of his spread across his face. Instantly, Dally turned his attention over to where he heard Pony's voice, and he watched as Ponyboy walked into the room with Johnny by his side. Johnny tried not to smile, but he couldn't help it at the sight of Dally all tied up and trapped.
"I can't believe that actually worked," Johnny chuckled under his breath, which received him a playful nudge in the ribs by Ponyboy, as if he was telling him: "I told you that it would work!"
"Did you two do this to me?!" Dally angrily blustered as he began yanking at the belts again, but it was no use. There was no way he could escape from the surprisingly very strong knots.
Still smirking, Ponyboy shrugged his shoulders. "Yes, actually."
"Why the hell did you do this to me?! Let me go!" proclaimed the furious Dally, who eyes were now sharply narrowed in a warning manner.
"I'm afraid we can't do that, Dal." Johnny softly spoke, which certainly struck Dally in the heart with a major surprise, but he'd never admit it or show it.
"Why not?!" Dally demanded to know.
Ponyboy and Johnny both exchanged their smirks, keeping their mouths shut until Pony gave Johnny a single nod. Dallas remained looking ticked, which he was, but he was starting to grow more concerned over why Johnny and Ponyboy tied him up. Ponyboy and Johnny approached Dally, getting down on their knees beside him with their plan excitedly begging to begin inside of them.
"You need to stop getting so drunk, Dally. You're passin' out and you have no idea how tired Johnny and I were after running back and forth in this heat to get you." informed the youngest Curtis, but all Dally did was roll his eyes and go on mumbling every word in the book under his breath.
"I don't need to do anything!" Dally exclaimed, "Pony, you know what you need to do, though? You need to wipe that smirk off of your face and untie me with Johnnycake if you know what's good for you!"
"Sorry, Dally, but no can do," Ponyboy shook his head, not fearing over any word that Dally just assured him. Usually he would be afraid, anybody would when dealing with Dallas Winston, but not this time.
"You need to learn a lesson, Dally. After what you put Pone and I through, I must admit that you do deserve it, and we're honored to give you it." informed the Cade, continuing to smirk at Dally before turning his attention back over to Ponyboy. "Where should we start?"
"Start what?" Dally was actually beginning to have his concern slip through his fingers and expose, but he wasn't aware of it.
"I think..." Pony took a moment to examine Dally, humming a little to himself as he scratched his chin with his index finger.
"Start what?!" Dally commanded again, but no one answered his question again.
Ponyboy's eyes finally locked on Dally's boots, and he offered Johnny his smirk as he gave him a nudge.
Dally watched as the two younger teenagers gently sat down on his legs so he couldn't move them, right before he could've sworn he felt his boots beginning to be tugged off. "What the hell are you two doing to my boots?!" bellowed the captive Winston, who's concern was still getting the best of him.
"We're just slippin' 'em off so we can begin giving you your private lesson." Ponyboy shared, chuckling deviously, but yet playfully when speaking.
"Well, don't! I don't need a lesson of any kind so you can leave my boots on and untie me!" instructed Dallas. However, Johnny and Pony acted like they didn't hear a word that just came out of his mouth. The sixteen-year-old Cade and fourteen-year-old Curtis slipped of Dally's boots, revealing his sock-wearing feet. Dally wiggled his toes in his socks, a habit he had whenever he or somebody else took off his shoes. Then, Dally attempted pulling at the belts again, but suddenly, he stopped when he felt a gentle stroke of a finger trace around one of the holes in his right foot's sock. Instantly, Dally's eyes shot huge, and he now knew exactly what Johnny and Pony meant by 'teaching him a lesson.'
"Are these size 10's of yours still ticklish like they were a long time ago, Dal?" Johnny asked, tracing a single one of his nails from the top of Dally's foot all the way down to the bottom, but not without taunting and swirling his finger around on the bare skin that was exposed through the holes that were formed in the old and worn out fabric of Dally's socks.
"No!" Dally quickly responded, stunned in what Johnny and Ponyboy were doing to him. Out of everyone in the gang, the two smallest, youngest, and most innocent greasers chose him to torture; that's all Dally could think about as he tried wiggling his sweaty feet away from the smooth feather-light touches of the fourteen and sixteen year olds teasing fingers. However, it was no use; Ponyboy had his right leg pinned and Johnny had his other leg stuck to the floor as well. "You two better stop it now!" Dally ordered, holding back his chuckles the best he could so he wouldn't break and give Johnny and Pony what they wanted from him.
"Why should we stop if you're not ticklish anymore? If you're not like you say you're not, it shouldn't be a problem for Johnnycake and I to have some fun." Ponyboy smartly informed as he began to rake his nails faster up and down Dally's helpless sole.
Dally cringed at the faster speed, clenching his teeth and grinding them together as he tried ignoring the tickly sensations, but his snickers were hollering inside of him; they were begging to be released. "Ponyboy, when I get out of this, you're going to be in a world of pain! I don't care if you are Soda and Darry's younger brother! I'm goin' to get you!" Dally growled like a junkyard dog.
Pony looked at him over his shoulder and flashed the furious Dally a phony puppy pout, something he learned from Soda since he's seen him do it to Darry a whole lot just to joke around. "Aww, Dal," Pony sighed, "that wasn't the best thing to say at this time you're in."
Dally opened his mouth to respond, but before he could get a single word out, he felt his socks get dragged off of his sweaty feet, leaving them completely bare with twenty wiggling fingers ready to strike at the hopeless flesh. Dally's eyes shot huge again, already beginning to regret opening his mouth like he did.
"Ready, Johnny?" Ponyboy asked.
Excitedly, Johnny nodded his head and used one of his hands to force back Dally's scrunched up toes so he could stretch out the sweaty skin. "Yeah, I'm ready. On the count of three?"
Pony smirked again and nodded, leaving Dally to secretly gulp and pray to God he could handle it or escape before the torture reached him.
"One..." the Cade whispered.
"Two..." mumbled the Curtis.
"Let me out of here now! I'm not playin' 'round with you two! I'm not a toy!" Dally blustered, trying his best to sound furious, which he still was, but he was beginning to feel nervous with a pinch of actual fear added in.
"Three!" Pony and Johnny exclaimed together, and without any hesitation, the two younger teenagers jammed their nails into the older boy's flesh. Instantly, Dally began to turn red, and he clenched his eyes shut again as he began to trash left to right.
"Come on, Dal," Ponyboy teased, "let out a laugh. You know you want to."
"SHHUUTTTTAHAHAHAUUUPPPP! III'MMMMHAHHAHAGOOIIINNNGGHEHAHEHATTTOOOOHAHAHA! KILLLLYOOOUUUHAHAHA!" Dally burst out into hysterics, as if he was now some little kid instead of the toughest hood in all of Tulsa.
The gleeful tone of the youngest Curtis' mocking voice, along with how he was rapidly scratching all the way up and down one of Dally's feet, swirling around the bare arches and heels, Dally couldn't help himself to have a smile blow up across his face. He could feel Johnny scribbling away inbetween and around his toes that he was still forcing back.
"Aw, is wittle Dawly just a wittle twicklish?" Johnny mimicked a baby voice like Two-Bit would do in a time like that, obviously having a great time assaulting the older greaser.
"STTOOOPPPPHAHAHAITTTTT! HAHAHAHAQUIITTTHAHAHA!" Usually Dally would threaten somebody after they tease him like that, but he could never say a hurtful word to Johnny Cade; Johnny looked up to him and worshiped him greatly, but Dallas knew that he wasn't goin' to give up on the chance to torture him with his own rare laughter.
Pony and Johnny had playful satisfaction dancing in their eyes with their proud smirks remaining spread across their faces. No matter how much Dally begged, the two younger greasers kept on holding his helpless soles in different headlocks; torturing away at them. They stroked their fingers in circles all around his heels and dug their nails into his arches, but not without giving his toes a taste of the tickle torture as well.
"This little piggy went to the market, this little piggy stayed home..." sang Ponyboy as he grabbed a gentle hold of Dally's big toe, followed by the one after that, scratching them with his nails.
"NOOOHAHAHAHAHA! NOOOTTTTHAHAHAHATHHHHAAATTTHAHAHAHASSOOONNGG!" Dally whaled, trying harder and harder to yank his arms down so he could knock Ponyboy and Johnny's heads together, but he couldn't.
Smirking wider and chuckling some at how hilarious the scene was with the roughest hood in all of Tulsa screaming out laughter like some little kid, Johnny followed Pony's example and gently grasped Dally's smallest toe, along with the toe before that.
"This little piggy had roast beef, and this little piggy had none..." Johnny taunted, scribbling away underneath Dally's two toes that he was holding with his nails.
"JOHHNNNYYCCAAKKEE! HAHAHAHA! NOOTTTHEHEHAHAYOUUUHAHAHAHA, TTTTTOOOOO!" the captive Winstion screeched at the top of his lungs, not being able to help himself no matter how much he tried keeping his laughter held in.
"And this little piggy," Johnny and Ponyboy sang together, exchanging their smirks, right before they dove all of their fingers into Dally's feet all over again, attacking the sweaty flesh. "Sang wee wee wee all the way to town!"
Dally screeched like a little kid, trashing around left to right with laughter exploding out of him as if he was a bomb; no matter how much he tried to shut his mouth, he couldn't handle being tickled. Ponyboy and Johnny continued kneeding their fingers inbetween Dally's toes and tracing all up and down the sides of his feet, smirking widely from having such a blast.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHA! SSSTTTTTOOOOOPPPPHAHAHAHATTTTIIIIIICCCCKKKLLLINNNG HAHAHAMMYYYHAHEHEHEHAFEEEETTTT!" roared Dallas, who already had tears of laughter pouring out of his eyes.
"What was that, Dal?" Johnny teased, gazing over his shoulder at the howling boy. "You want us to stop tickling your feet?"
"HAHAHAHAYYYEEEESSSSSHAHAHA!" Dally took no hesitation to burst out his reply.
Ponyboy and Johnny looked at each other, still wiggling their fingers into Dally's feet and taking in his echoing laughter before they formed new grins and nodded their heads. Then, they took their fingers away from the squirming feet.
"You two...are goin' to...pay for this!" threatened Dally, taking in and letting out deep breaths with his face still beaming dark red.
"We thought you said you weren't ticklish, Dally," Ponyboy snickered, "you lied to us, didn't you?"
"Of course I lied! I'm Dallas Winston! Now you two had your so-called fun, so let me out of these belts so I can knock your heads together!" Dallas began pulling at the two belts that were remaining tight around his wrists again, but Johnny and Pony only continued smirking at him as they shook their heads at his order.
"You know what happens to ticklish liars, Dal?" Johnny asked, chuckling with his words as he moved his way up to the Winston's left side, and Ponyboy went to his right side.
"...What?" Dally dared to grumble with complete irritation; however, that irritation quickly turned into regret when Pony grabbed a hold of his muscle shirt and lifted it up, exposing his muscular stomach, ribs, small innie, sides, and his hairless armpits. Again, Dally's eyes grew big, leaving Johnny and Ponyboy to snicker at how nervous he was beginning to form all over again.
"Don't you two dare!" Dally formed a scowl and shot it at Ponyboy only, not daring to give Johnny a single part of the glare since he knew that this was all mainly Pony's idea.
Smirking once more, Johnny raised an eyebrow and smartly spoke the words: "What are you talkin' 'bout, Dally? You told Ponyboy and I that we should stop tickling your feet. You didn't say anything 'bout your upper body."
At first, Dallas paused so he could remember the screaming words he said to Pony and Johnny in order to get them to quit torturing his soles. That's when he realized that they were better at playin' around with words than anybody could imagine, but when Dally opened his mouth to object, he couldn't help his eyes to get locked on Ponyboy; Pony had reached up onto the coffee table and grabbed a thing or two, but Dally couldn't see what they were.
"What are you doing, Pony?" Dally dared to ask, but after he did, he regretted it greatly, because Ponyboy brought the items that he had picked up into his view. In one hand, he held a pen, and in his other hand he held a white-handled feather-duster, which Johnny took from him after Pony reached it across Dally for him to take. Dally's mouth fell open, and he started trying to squirm like his life depended on it, but Johnny and Ponyboy were holding him in place.
"Ticklish liars deserve to be tortured with the help of specific tools, Dal!" Ponyboy evilly, but yet playfully laughed.
"You guys wouldn't!" Dally exclaimed, stunned all over again, and actual plead was beginning to show in his widened eyes. "You can't do this to me! I can smash all of your bones into dust just like that if you don't let me go right now and never speak to anybody about how I'm ticklish!"
"Well, if you promise Pone and I that you'll stop drinking so much, you can avoid the rest of our lesson. What do you say, Dally?" asked Johnny, who was twirling the feather-duster just to make Dally grow even more tense over what more could come his way if he didn't say what they wanted him to.
"No way! I'm old enough to make my own decisions, so I can drink as much as I want!" the Winston, 'the victim', informed with complete annoyance returning quickly to his system.
Ponyboy snickered, actually kind of glad to hear Dallas say that, and he clicked open the pen to have its point come out. Johnny, on the other hand, shrugged his shoulders and then jokingly cracked his knuckles, getting the feather-duster ready afterwards.
"Hey, it's your funeral," Johnny giggled in a warning/playful tone. "Where shall we tickle our victim next, Pone?"
"Hm..." Ponyboy jokingly hummed as he touched his chin and scratched it; another smirk swiped across his face, and playful deviousness lit up in his eyes as they locked on Dally's tummy. Playfully, the youngest Curtis gave Dally a quick jab underneath his ribcage, followed by Pony squeezing his ribs, which instantly had Dally releasing a loud and girly squeal: "AHHH!"
Ponyboy and Johnny burst out laughing, not being able to help themselves after digesting the sound of Dally's girlish scream that time.
"Okay, I think his ribs and stomach are begging us for some tickly attention. What do you think, Johnnycake?" the Curtis asked. Dally looked at Johnny and took down a soft gulp to himself.
"I agree with you completely, Pony. It's almost like they're callin' out for us right at this moment." the Cade nodded his head at Ponyboy, but then fixed his eyes back on Dally. "You know, Dal, it's not too late to assure us that you won't drink so much anymore..."
"In your dreams! Like I said before, I'm old enough to pick out what things I want to do in my life, and things I don't want to waste doing while I'm young. So, your deal is-HAHAHAHAHAHA! HEEEYYYYYHAHAHAHA! NOOOOHAHAHAFAAAIIIIRRR! HEHEHEHEHAHAHA! NNNOOOTTTTHAHAHAHATTHHHEEERRREEE!"
Johnny had already began stroking the feather-duster all around the squirming Winston's belly, making sure he was starting off slow so Dally wouldn't pass out from laughing like a maniac.
"You mean here, Dally?" Ponyboy asked as he slowly traced one of his pointer fingers around Dally's innie a few slow times, followed by a couple of faster times, until the youngest Curtis plunged his finger into the Winston's bellybutton and swirled it all around. This brought Dally's laughter out to a whole new level that made Johnny jump like a startled cat for a second.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! SSSTTTOOOPPPHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHGEEEETTTTTHAHAHAOOUUTTTTHAHAHAHAOOOFFFAH AHAHMMMYYYYHAHAHAHABEEELLLYYBUUTTTOOON!" Dally was screaming so much all over again that Ponyboy began to look around the room to make sure nobody was staring through the windows or standing at any of the doors. Dallas couldn't believe what was happening to him; he was in tickle hell, captured by the smallest and most innocent members of the gang he was a part of.
"Tickle, tickle, tickle, Dally! Whose a ticklish bad boy?" Johnny gleefully taunted as he continued tracking the feather-duster all around Dally's chest and stomach, picking up the speed, but not without stopping around his neck and tickling around there, too.
"AHHHHHHHHH! PPPPLLLEEEEAASSSEEEE! SSSSTTTTTOOOOPPPPHAHAHAHATIIIICCCCKKKLLLLLLIINNNNG GGHEHEHEHAHAMEEEEE!" whaled Dallas, who was beginning to cry to death from laughing so much all over again.
"Coochie choochie goo, Dallas!" jokingly sang Ponyboy, right before he took in a deep breath, lowered hid lips to touch over Dally's innie, and blew out, giving such a wicked raspberry that Dally sounded like he was going to explode from squealing so much. Dally began to kick his legs all over the place, banging them into the floor over and over again with many different bangs and thuds. The poor Winston was sweating much more, as if he was nothing but a beating red pool of sweat, but Johnny and Pony weren't feeling mercy. Instead, Ponyboy straddled Dally's waist and gave him another raspberry, followed by Johnny blowing out on his ribs to share a part of Ponyboy's example.
"HAHAHAHAHAHA! THHHHIIIISSSSSHAHAHAHAHAIIISSSNNNN'TTTTTAHAHAHAHAH FFFAAAAIIIIRRR!" Dally howled.
"Well, it wasn't fair for Johnnycake and I to go get you and bring you back here in this heat, you know?" Ponyboy smartly sassed back as he kneed his fingers deep into Dally's ribs, just as Johnny gave him another raspberry.
"AHAHAHAHAHAH! SSSSCCCCRREEEEWWWHAHAHAHATTHHHAAAT! HAHAHAHAHA!"
"Sorry, Dal, but it just doesn't work that way." Johnny created a phony regretful pout on his face, right before he started scratching his nails all over Dally's ribs, going up and down, side to side to egg Dally on even more. As for Pony, he began to doodle on Dally's stomach, being very careful so he wouldn't press the pen down too hard, but he was tracing it lightly enough to tickle torture the Winston even more.
"NNNOOOOO! HAHAHAHA! IHAHAHAHAHABEEEGGGGHEHEHEHEYOOOUUU!" Johnny and Ponyboy knew that when Dally started pleading, things get serious, but they didn't want to give up on their promise for him to assure; he couldn't drink so much anymore.
"Do you promise us that you'll stop drinking like that?" Johnny questioned, dancing the feather-duster all around Dallas' poor innie that was desperately trying to sink in and get away from all of the tickling. However, struggling was pointless; absolutely pointless.
"HAHAHAHA! HHHEEEEELLLLHAHAHAHANOOOO!" Dally eagerly shook his head back and forth, even though he desperately wanted to be freed from all of the tickling. Johnny and Ponyboy looked at each other, hesitating a couple of seconds to think about the Winston's same response to their promise before they decided to cease the tickling so they could allow Dallas to catch his breath.
"Oh...my...god...I'm goin' to...whip your sorry butts...into next year when I...get out of this..." Dally angrily assured.
"Dally, you can't keep getting so drunk that you pass out like you did; you can't risk getting dragged into the cooler by the fuzz again. Whether you like it or not, Johnnycake and I will make you break." promised the youngest Curtis, and the Cade nodded his head with agreement.
"Oh, really?" Dally rolled his eyes in disbelief, still panting with his face beating red, and tears were running down his face.
"Yeah," Johnny nodded again.
"How do you two suppose you'll get me to break? I'm Dallas Winston, 'member? I don't break easily." Dallas reminded with absolute confidence. Everyone knew that what Dally just said was the truth, but Johnny and Pony believed that they had an excellent way to get Dally to cave into their ways.
Nonetheless, his confidence hurriedly drained away whence a new smirk tugged up on Ponyboy's mouth, and when he looked at Johnny, he realized another devious grin was spread across his face as well.
"Oh, believe us, Dally, we know exactly that you'll break whence your pits here get a taste of the torture." Pony snickered, which instantly had Dally's eyes shoot huge. Ever since he was a kid, Dally had always been mainly ticklish underneath his arms, and since he was sweating bullets because of the steaming temperature and because of all the laughing he already went through, the sweat that drenched his body was only going to have his armpits feel a million times more sensitive.
"No! Oh god, no!" Dally gasped, "I'm too ticklish underneath my arms!"
"That's the point, Dally," snickered Johnny, "although...I bet that promise sounds better now, huh?"
Dallas was beginning to grow absolutely furious now. "I said no! No, no, no! I ain't goin' to give up how much I'd like to drink just because you two hated goin' out into the heat to get me!"
"Dally, you would hate doin' it if you were in our shoes, and you know it," Ponyboy annoyingly rolled his eyes, but then smirked again and shrugged as he added: "Time to cave in, Dal!"
Instantly, Johnny and Ponyboy dug all ten of their fingers into Dally's sweaty pits, raking their nails all around the hairless areas, but not without bringing the feather-duster in a couple of times to scratch at the ultra ticklish pits. Dally's laughter burst like a firework on the Fourth of July, and he madly bucked left to right, desperately trying to yank his arms down to escape the sixteen and fourteen year olds tickly fingers and nails, but no matter how much Dally attempted getting away, he couldn't.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOOOOOOO! AAANNNNYYYTHHHHHINNNGHAHAHAHAHABBBUUUUTTAHAHAHAHMM MYYHAHAHAHAPPPIIITTTSS!" Dally was screaming and laughing his heart out to the point where it began to sound like he was losing his voice. Just as Dallas thought things couldn't get any worse, Ponyboy brought the pen back up and started scribbling random swirls and other pictures around in Dally's right pit; Johnny, on the other hand, spun and twirled the feather-duster around into Dally's left hallow pit.
"Did you say somethin', Dally?" Johnny mocked, raising an eyebrow as he decided to dance the feather-duster around Dally's neck some more.
"AHAHAHAHUUUNNNCCCLLLLLEEEE!" screeched Dallas.
"We beg your pardon?" the youngest Curtis joked as he scribbled the pen around faster and faster. Dally was laughing so hard that Johnny and Ponyboy thought that people should invent a new word for hysterics.
"HAHAHAHAHA! IAHAHAHAHAHSSSSAAAIIIIIDD! HAHAHAHA! UNNNNCCCCLLLLEEE!"
Instantly, Ponyboy and Johnny began slowing the torture down, exchanging their satisfaction with each other before gazing back at Dally's beating red face, forced smile, and clenched shut eyes.
"Do you promise us you'll stop drinking so much like you did today?" Ponyboy asked.
"HAHAHAHAHA! YEEESSSSS! AHAHAHAHAHIIIHAHAHAHAPPPRROOMMMMIISSSE!" Dally eagerly nodded his head, not crossing any fingers or anything; if Johnny and Ponyboy weren't paying attention to that, he would've done it in a heartbeat.
"So no more passing out?" questioned the Cade.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! YYYEEEAAHH! NNNOOOHAHAHAHAMMMOOORRREEEHEHEHEHEPASSSINNN'AHAHAH OOOUUTT!"
Instantly, Ponyboy and Johnny dropped their 'torture tools' and backed off of Dally's flesh, leaving the Winston to catch his breath like crazy. Ponyboy slipped Dally's boots back on his feet, and Johnny tucked his muscle shirt back down, leaving all of the scribbles and doodles that Ponyboy drew on his stomach there. Then, being very careful and cautious, the Cade and the Curtis both untied the tired Winston, leaping back from him and watched fearfully as he sat up into a sitting position and rubbed his wrists.
"So..." Ponyboy actually began to grow nervous now as he and Johnny watched Dally stand up from the floor and stretch. "...No hard feelings, Dal?"
After asking that question, Dally took no hesitation to form a sour glare, offering it this time to both Pony and Johnny. "I'm goin' to get you two!" Dally bellowed.
"Johnny, run!" Pony gasped and leaped over the couch, bashing into the kitchen with Johnny following right behind him.
"Every greaser for himself!" hollered Johnny, and with that, Dally began to chase the two younger teenagers all over the Curtis' house.
A/N: Want to make a request? I'm open for 'em! Please review and stay tuned for the next chapter! :D :D :D :D