Wow... this took WAY longer than it should have. Hehe. Sorry, you guys. I would give you a sob story, but nobody wants to hear it. XD

So maybe I'll just get on with chapter 3? Oh, I think so.

I don't own anything. Warning: This chapter is a little dirtier than the others. ;]]

I peeked through the front window from the porch to see who was there. Just Darry, sitting all alone on the couch, next to the phone. As if he was waiting for somebody to call.

I dragged my feet toward the front door, scared as hell over how Darry would take this detention. The social workers would probably hear about it. I sighed, finally deciding to just get it over with and open the door already. I turned the knob slowly and pushed, cringing at the loud creak.

"Hey, Darry," I mumbled, dropping my backpack heavily on the floor next to the coffee table. Darry looked up, but I could tell that he wasn't all there. He was thinking about somethng...

"Hey, kiddo," he finally answered. "How's the homework situation?"

I laughed nervously. "Funny you should mention homework... because, well..." My cheeks flushed, and I really was about to tell Darry about the detention Mrs. Firestone had given me, but then the phone rang and Darry picked it up right away.

"Hello?" he greeted, sounding nervous and expectant. I sighed in relief, my shoulders slumping slightly. "Oh, don't worry, it's no problem..." my brother assured whoever was on the other line, in a more friendly voice than usual. "Of course. I understand. Well, how about... Saturday?"

I had been wandering into the kitchen to get something to eat, but when I heard that last bit, my ears perked up. I tiptoed over to the doorway and kept quiet to hear what Darry was saying to the mysterious caller.

"Sounds great," he grinned, in honest-to-goodness happiness. "I can't wait. Take care." Darry hung up the phone as I was walking in and stared into space with a dreamy look in his eyes. Now that was a look I didn't see him wear often.

"Who was that?" I asked carefully, not sure if it was one of those things that I wasn't allowed to know about.

"Oh, just... a girl," Darry smiled sheepishly. My heart sank.

"Oh?" I asked, with a certain dullness to my voice.

"Yeah," he sighed. "I have a date. This Saturday."

I fell into a fitful sleep a little after 10:00 that night, but then woke back up at around 1:00. My mind was wandering to a certain dark-haired looker who was fast asleep just down the hall. He had a date? Darry? Dating? It felt so foreign. The last time he'd been on a date was... well, when he was in the 10th grade. And even then, he hadn't dated much. In his junior and senior years, Darry had spent most of his time on sports. But I remembered him having a few one-night stands.

I couldn't get to sleep. I tried squeezing my eyes shut, forcing my head against the pillow... but nothing seemed to work.

So I daydreamed. I thought about Darry's bulging muscles and his masculine, angled jawline. I started to pitch a tent when I pictured what his face looked like when he jacked off...

I groaned, angry at myself for allowing my imagination to get the better of me. Glancing behind me to make sure that Soda was still asleep, I let my fingers inch their way down to my boxers.

Soda was sound asleep, his mouth hanging open. I let myself relax. He'll never know, I reasoned. I slowly ran a hand over my dick, arching and gasping at how amazing the contact felt.

Think of Darry's abs. Think of his arms and his chest and his... I had to pull my hand away to keep from exploding. I didn't want to get the bed all wet and sticky. That'd be way too embarrassing.

I slipped out of the bed and tiptoed into the bathroom, not having the nerve to peek in Darry's room first. I decided that this couldn't wait; I needed to cum right now.

As soon as I made it into the bathroom, I shut and locked the door, then flipped on the light. I leaned against the wall, pulling my boxers all the way down. The fabric rubbed against me and I let out a sigh. I began pulling and tugging, not at all holding back. My knees went weak. I hadn't done this in a while, so I had quite a bit of tension built up. At that moment, I wanted Darry more than I'd ever wanted him in my life. Just the thought of him practically made me salivate. I would have done absolutely anything for him right then. I craved him; needed him.

"Fuck..." I whispered harshly, getting real close to the edge. I wobbled over to the bathtub so I wouldn't make a mess of the floor, and finally I came. I threw back my head, breathing harshly. I stayed like that for a while, still very unsteady from such an intense orgasm. I didn't want to go back to sleep. I wanted to go wake Darry up and beg him to screw me. But no.

Remember, Ponyboy? an annoying voice in my head taunted me. He has a date. He's not a faggot.

I shook my head. Turning the ceiling light off, I wandered back into my bedroom. Sweet dreams.

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A/N: Sorry it's so short, guys. Anyways... R&R!! :]

By the way... I'M GOING SHOPPING TOMORROW! Maybe it'll put me in such a good mood that I'll write chapter 4.