All I Need And More

Disclaimer: Me don't own The Outsiders!!!

A/N: Hey! Long time no update! My best friend Jessica was over, so I didn't get too much time to work on this story . XD Thankies to all reviewers:)

Chapter Four

Need

Johnny's POV

I helped Dally to my place since my parents were gone for the week - hopefully forever, if ya asked for my opinion. Dally didn't talk much and I was glad. He protested a few times, sayin' he could get himself together if I just let him walk. So one time I did, I was like "Fine." So I pushed his arm away from me and let him try walkin on his own. He made it about two steps before he stumbled and fell flat on his face. After that, he shut up.

I sat him down on my bed and took a seat next to him. "What happened?" I asked, still surprised that he - of all people! - got jumped. He shrugged and shook his head.

"I dunno. I just wasn't feeling myself," He must've been feeling a little better, he was talking easier now. "I was all down and shit, I dunno. I guess they picked up on my emotional crap and took advantage of it. I was walkin' away when one of them called me a whimp. A whimp! Can you believe it?! I ain't no fucking whimp! So I turned around and proceeded to beat the shit outta that moron. Then..." he paused. "Then two of 'em grabbed me and shit while the other guy started beatin the hell outta me. That's when you came and busted it up..." He paused again, looking over at me. "Uhh...Johnny...why did you have that gun anyway?"

I froze. It wasn't because I couldn't think of why I had it - I knew exactly why - but I didn't want to tell Dally. I mean, how could I tell Dally? How would he react if I told him why I had the gun? How would I say it? Just blurt out, "Oh, I had the gun cuz I was gonna shoot myself!"? Oh yeah, he'd take that just perfectly...by bashing my head in.

Then again, would he really care? Dallas didn't have emotions after all! Oh come on, be realistic. the little voice in my mind told me. Dallas wouldn't give a shit. Hell, he'd probably be like "Well what are ya wain' for!". He hates your guts. Heck, he wants you to do it. You know it too! I shivered. I figured the voice was probably right, so I started to tear up. "Johnnycake?" Dallas beckoned, puttin an arm around me. "Johnny, you okay, buddy? What's the matter?" Instinctively, I rested my head on his shoulder, not really caring if he did shrug me off. But he didn't. "Johnny, tell me what's wrong.." He pulled me closer to him and I felt my heart speed up. My emotion took over and tears started to fall from my eyes.

"I gotta go!" I said, quickly getting up to run off, but Dallas grabbed my arm and pulled me backwards. I landed in his lap and quickly started struggling to get away from him, but he held me down tight.

"What did I do?!" he yelled. I froze again. I was practically laying on his lap, my legs on the bed. He had his arm around the back of my neck, a firm hand on my shoulder. His other arm was wrapped tightly around my waist in attempt to keep me from getting up again. I tried to speak but I couldn't, my heart was thumping a mile a minute, my throat was dry, and my eyes were wet with stinging tears. "Why do you hate me so much th--"

"I DO NOT HATE YOU!!" I screamed, cutting him off.

"Then why do you always run away from me?!" He demanded. I blinked and turned my head to the side. I didn't know what to say. I didn't hate him at all..but I could see why he thought that. My heart was pounding so loud I could hear it. I wondered if Dallas could, too. I wanted to get up and get outta there, but I couldn't. Mostly because Dallas was holding me back...but also because deep inside I didn't wanna leave. "Answer me, Johnny!" Dallas snapped. I jumped a little.

"I...I just..." I couldn't get the words out. They were just words! Three little words - I love you. But I couldn't say them. I was too scared he would push me into the floor and hate me forever. You mean more than he already does.. My mind snickered. "I...I l..." I kept trying and trying to say it but I just couldn't get them out. "Dallas, just...let me...let me go!" I shouted, struggling to get out of his arms again.

"Not until you tell me!" He refused, holding me down once again. I did everything I could to get away from him, I even bit him! But he wouldn't let me go. He didn't even loosen his grip. I didn't want to be anywhere near him. I have Ponyboy, I...I love Ponyboy. Damn, why is that so hard to think?! I kept struggling until finally he let me go and I stumbled across the room. He actually looked...sad... "Fine! Fine, Johnny, just...FINE! If you hate me so much, go on! Get out!" He screamed, pointing at the door.

I couldn't move. It was like my feet were glued to the ground. Dally wasn't restraining me anymore, so I could go away if I wanted to. But I didn't. I just stood there like an idiot. My heart was pounding against my chest again. "Dallas..." it was even hard to say his name. He still hadn't lowered his arm, he was still pointing to the door. He looked as if he was gonna start crying at any moment. "Dallas, I...I don't...I don't hate you...I..."

"You what? If you don't hate me, what do you feel about me? Why do you always run away from me?" He got up and walked over to me. He was so close that I could feel his body heat. I felt like running again but I didn't want him to think I hated him. "Tell me. Now."

"I lo...I lov..." Again, couldn't get the words out. "I...I lo...I love you! There!" I blurted out, shutting my eyes tight. "I love you! I love you I love you I love you! That's why I run away!" I opened my eyes again. His eyes were wide and his mouth was gaping open a little. "I love you...and I...I know you don't love me so I--"

"Johnny, you're wrong." Dallas said before pressing his lips to mine. I gasped, not expecting it. My heart stopped and sped up all of a sudden. My face burned with embarrassment. It felt amazing. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him, sliding his tounge along my bottom lip. I opened my mouth a little and whimpered when he pushed his tounge in. I couldn't stop myself from wrapping my arms around his neck. It just felt so right to be with him...to love him...to be kissing him...

Ponyboy.

The thought split my heart into and I pulled back away from Dallas, even though I didn't want to. He looked at me confused and sort of hurt. "What's wrong?" he asked. My eyes were like golf balls at the moment, my breathing was rapid, matching my heartbeat.

"Ponyboy!" I shouted, suddenly feeling like the biggest ass on Earth. Dallas' eyes got huge as well and he gasped loudly. He had one of those 'oh shit' looks on his face. "I gotta go, Dally, I'm really sorry!" He nodded, understanding this time, and I took off.

You dumbass! What are you gonna tell him!? My mind screamed at me as I ran down the street, heading for Ponyboy's house. I don't know but I gotta talk to him! I thought. I ran even faster when I reached his house, going straight through the front door. Usually I'd knock, but this time I really needed to see him. Apperently, Darry and Soda were out for the day. I wondered if Ponyboy was, too. Hopefully not.

I didn't run when I went through the house to his room, not wanting to accidentally knock something over and get Pony in trouble. I got to his room and knocked on the door quietly, not wanting to wake him up if he was sleeping, which luckilly he wasn't. He smiled when he saw me. It was a kind of cute, day-dreamy kind of smile. I felt even more guilty for kissing Dally...

"Come on in." He said, taking my hand and pulling me in his room. Usually he'd leave the door open when we went in here and we'd just talk or somethin'. But this time he closed the door behind me. He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waiste, pulling me back into his arms. I fekt his body pressing up against mine, not a gap between us. "You know, Soda and Darry are gone.." He whispered into my ear, kissing my neck a little in between words. I shivered under his touch, closing my eyes. He nipped a little at my neck and I moaned quietly, unable to bite it back.

Ponyboy turned me around to face him and kissed me hard. He pushed his tounge into my mouth and explored the sides and everything. I moaned and bucked my hips up into his, feeling his hardening manhood. He pushed me back onto the bed and climbed on top of me, deepening the kiss. We'd never really gone this far. All we'd done was kiss a little, like, not with any tounge at all.

Suddenly he released my lips and traveled down to my neck, leaving little kisses and soft bites on the skin. He went lower and lower and lower, until he got down to my belt. He pulled away to undo it and pull it off, tossing it to the floor somewhere. Then he unbuttoned my jeans and unzipped them...with his...teeth...

My boxers came off next, and I could feel his breath on my most private of areas. Then, he took me into his mouth. It felt amazing. I groaned his name loudly, so loud that if Darry or Soda was there they'd hear me. But they weren't, so they didn't. Anyway..

Ponyboy was doing amazing things with his tounge. I couldn't stop moaning and gasping, it felt so good. Then he stopped. I wanted him to keep going, but he stopped and moved back up to be face-to face with me. "Why'd you stop?" I asked. He shrugged, giggled, and stood to take off his own pants. I was half excited half afraid of what was about to happen when he stood over me, in between my legs, his hardened member pressing against my entrance.

"Are you...sure?" I asked, breathing heavily.

"What is there to be unsure about?" He asked me in return.

"Well, I'm not sure if you..ya know..want this.."

"Yes I want this. I want you, Johnny." He said. Then he pushed himself into me without any further notice. One thought hit my mind.

Dallas.

A/N: Oh gawd!! What's gonna happen now?! O please review!