A/N: Wow Chapter.9 I can hear the resounding finally! Well this chapter took ten pages to write so I hope you guys like it. I checked over my grammar but if i missed anything let me know. I can't wait to write the next one!


Steve's p.o.v

I had been wandering around Bucks party for awhile looking for Evie. She's been avoiding me for the past three weeks. It didn't help that we were in different classes at school. The beer in my hand started to get warm but I still didn't feel like drinking it much. There was too much on my mind to get drunk and have fun. I'd probably just start fights and get my ass kicked. I went back to the table and saw that Dallas and Johnny were gone.

'That's just great the one time my car's stuck in the shop.' I thought. Someone had keyed and lifted the hub-caps of my car. If I ever caught who did it I'd kill 'em. Then I saw her. Blonde hair, blue eyes, jean jacket, and short skirt, definitely Evie. I walked over and tapped her on the shoulder. She looked at me and gave her friends the signal to leave.

"So; you rather Shepard?" I asked sounding uncaring.

"Steve it wasn't like that."

"Bullshit." I was going to walk away but she grabbed my wrist.

"Steve listen I-I thought you didn't want to be with me anymore." I sighed and turned back around and saw she was crying.

"Damn it Evie don't cry why would you think I didn't want to be with you?"

"'Cause you weren't around anymore you wouldn't call or anything."

"And you thought Shepard would call you right back."

"No I didn't expect anything else from them after that."

"Wait them?"

"Never mind Steve it's just, do you wanna be with me or not?"

"Evie I told you I had to work another-"

"Yeah, yeah another shift the new guy was skipping you know what Steve; I told you to at least call me."

"I," I stopped and sighed, she was right I should have made the phone call. "Alright Evie I'm sor-"

"Don't bother saying you're sorry Steve it's over." Then she left wiping at her eyes.

Now most guys would be pretty bummed about getting dumped but the reality was that Evie and I had hit off at a bad start in the first place. I had dated one of her friends and after that ended we hooked up since everyone else had found 'their other half' or whatever. Not exactly on best terms but it worked for a little while. Now I had bigger problems. I needed a ride home and Dally was gone so that left Two-bit as the only one left with a car.

I hadn't been talking to Two-bit since that night. I just couldn't understand it. Why me? What the hell made him want me? I'm not blonde and don't dress in skirts and I sure as hell didn't have any big breasts to look at. Maybe I'm not seeing what he's seeing. Either that or Kathy was the one to dump him and he needed some comfort. I don't usually get sappy but the thought that Two-bit only needed a one time thing gave me a heavy heart. I had been friends with Two-bit almost as long as Soda and I had been friends. Although thinking back on it I'd rather we met on different terms.

I walked out near the cars kicking a flattened beer can for awhile before sitting on the curb. I wondered if I could walk home from here and hopefully the drunk I had to call Father would be passed out. My back was still bruised from where he threw a thick alcohol bottle at me. Johnny and I didn't have the greatest family. His was probably worse than mine but it couldn't be by much. My dad was either beating me or passed out. He paid rent with gambling money. I never did tell the gang how I was good at Texas Hold 'em. It's probably the only good thing that bastard taught me. I heard someone sit down beside me and sighed as I recognized their old shoes.

"So you need a ride?" Two-bit asked but I didn't meet his gaze.

"Yeah guess so." I answered feeling nervousness creep in my gut.

We walked quietly to his car which wasn't like Two-bit at all. I got in the passenger seat surprised he actually kept the vehicle clean. Two-bit got in and put the old car in drive. I'm glad Soda fixed the breaks awhile back. He's better at breaks than I am. I'm better at fixing alternators and transmission. We drove down the rode in silence. I couldn't help being nervous around him. I didn't know if I was afraid Two-bit would do the same as last time or if I wanted him to. I'll admit that when I think of that night it turns me on a little. Hell if I really thought about it I'd get rock hard. Still what does Two-bit want? Does he want to forget about it? Or does he want to continue? If only I knew the answer.

We pulled up in my Fathers drive way and I saw the lights were on. It didn't matter if my dad was drunk or not he would still like to take a chunk out of my hide.

"I'd rather go some where else." I said in a flat tone.

"You sure Steve? Cause the Curtis's ain't home tonight."

"Yeah I'm sure."

Two-bit nodded and we were driving again. I shivered and rubbed my arms a bit. I was only wearing a sleeveless T-shirt and I knew Two-bits heating was broken. I felt him nudge me in the shoulder and I looked over. Two-bit held up his jacket he had been wearing. I took it saying a small thanks and slipped it on. The Jacket was warm from his body heat and I sunk down into its embrace. I heard Two-bit chuckle and I gave him a quick glare. After awhile we pulled into a different drive way and I sent yet another glare towards Two-bit.

"Why the hell are we at your house?"

"Mom and my little sister are out of town so you can use the couch with out anyone asking questions."

I nodded and got out of the car and waited for Two-bit to unlock the door. The house was warm and the carpet was soft on my feet. The kitchen table was covered in a ton of random papers and I had a feeling it contained Two-bits homework from last year.

"If you need a shower I'll get a towel for ya." Two-bit said almost shyly while scratching the back of his head.

"Yeah that'd be good I was stuck under a car all day because the new guy can't fix a damn thing."

Two-bit chuckled and walked to the linen closet. I rolled my eyes and started to try and fix up the table a bit. I was already half way done stacking the papers when Two-bit handed me a fluffy burgundy towel.

"You gonna wear a maids outfit around here or something?" Two-bit asked with his damn smirk.

"Shut up you'd like it way too much anyways." The words left my mouth before I realized it and I quickly walked to the bathroom, Two-bit roaring with laughter as I left.

Two-bits p.o.v

I caught my breath after I stopped laughing so hard. Steve had no idea how I wanted him. The problem was is that I had to figure out how to make him comfortable. I didn't want him to be afraid of me. I went a little over board with the beer (or was it whisky?) and my morals flew out my ear. But who could keep their hands off Stevie in that situation? Hell I know he ain't my usual pick and to tell ya the truth I couldn't tell you exactly what I liked about him. With Steve I just felt something, and I craved it when he was away. Does that even make sense? I'm starting to feel like a drug addict.

The sound of running water told me Steve was in the shower. I got myself a beer and turned on the TV. Mickey wasn't on at this time of night so I had to watch some dumb soap opera. I finished my beer and got some spare bedding from the linen closet to make the couch a little more comfortable for Steve. I figure if he's going to be staying at the house I might as well be a good host. I quickly went to my room and changed into a pair of PJ pants. The house was always pretty warm so I didn't bother with a top. I started to pile laundry in the washing machine so I'd have something to wear in the morning.

I snuck into the bathroom to get Steve's laundry. I saw his silhouette through the shower curtain and licked my lips.

'What I wouldn't do to him.' I thought with a million scenarios running through my head.

I grabbed his clothes and quietly left the bathroom before I jumped him in the shower. He was probably pissed at me from the incident three weeks ago. I just… I shouldn't drink that much. Even I have my limits for alcohol. Then again so did everyone. I've seen some people who look perfectly fine turn suicidal from drinking too much. Then there were people like Steve's Dad. He was a sadist sober or not. Soda and I saw the scars on his leg from when his dad burned him with a crow bar the bastard heated up. I wish I could help him. Take him away from that. But I didn't even have a job.

The sound of the bathroom door opening and slamming shut brought me out of my thoughts and I finished piling the laundry in the machine and started it up. I turned to leave and stopped in my tracks. Steve stood in the door way with only the little burgundy towel wrapped around his waist.

"Hey Stevie." I said casually, hiding my hard on by turning back to the washing machine.

"Where the fuck did you put my clothes?" Steve growled.

I pointed to the running wash machine and flashed him a grin over my shoulder. Steve stomped over beside me and glaring.

"So now what am I gonna wear?"

"Uh well I could lend you some clothes."

"Why did you take my clothes in the first place?"

"Well putting on dirty clothes after having a shower would eliminate the purpose."

Steve gave an exasperated sigh before nodding. I wrapped my arms around his waist and buried my face in the crook of his neck, breathing in his delicious scent. Steve stiffened and I rubbed circles on his back comfortingly. Just being around him made me hot. I opened kissed his neck tasting his soft skin. Steve's breath hitched and I knew I found the pleasure spot on his neck. I sucked lightly making him moan quietly, I didn't want to leave any overly dark marks on his nice skin. I trailed my hand to the front of his waistline letting my fingers only glide just above the towel. Just as I was going to slip my hand in, Steve's hand wrapped around my wrist and he pushed me away with the other.

"Quit screwing around Two-bit you are really starting to piss me off!" Steve nearly yelled making a fist and holding his towel.

"Who's screwing around? I've only had you Steve so unless you've been doing anything these past three weeks your wrong!" I spat back, why did he have to get angry all the time!

"That's not what I meant! Stop screwing with my head."

"What do you mean? I ain't playing mind games here Steve."

"Th-then what is it?" He asked barely above a whisper.

I've known Steve for years now and I've only heard him use that voice once. After his mom left. I mentally kicked myself over and over. How could I have been so careless? He sounded… lost. Like he didn't know where to turn. He could only wait for the answer. The one I owed him.

"Look Stevie-" I started.

"Don't call me Stevie it's Steve." He snapped and I sighed before continuing.

"Steve listen okay I… I really wanna be with you and it ain't because I think the sex is hot and it is but I want a relationship and… I can't explain why alright I ain't had feelings like this before and yeah I know I probably fucked up already but I'm asking for a chance Steve can I have a chance?"

Steve groaned massaging his temples after making sure the towel wouldn't fall. The wash machine was still rumbling to the side while Steve slid down the wall. I gulped afraid he would never speak to me after this.

"You sure you mean all that?" He asked after a long moment.

"Yeah man I mean it," I spoke sitting beside him "Why wouldn't I be?"

"I don't know it just seems a little… weird."

"You're telling me? Man the first time I thought about having you was when I was in the back seat with Kathy!" I said laughing a bit at the memory.

"What the fuck you think I need to know that?" He said but grinned a bit to.

"Nah ya didn't, I just felt like sharing."

I swatted his arm playfully and he punched mine in the same manner. I faked injury whining like a sick puppy while laying my head on his shoulder. He chuckled softly ruffling my hair.

"I still don't get why you want me." He said.

"Because you are one stud who doesn't need any extras." I answered giving him a big wet lick up his cheek.

He cringed wiping the spit off and gave a frustrated sigh.

"It'll be alright Steve."

"I know I just… what the hell are we doing?"

"We're fooling around in my house with you only in a tiny towel that barely covers anything." I said licking my lips and glancing down to emphasize my point.

"Hey it's your fault I'm stuck in a towel," I shrugged and he continued "I'm just not sure about this I ain't been with a guy before."

"Well we can take it slow, no sex if that's what ya want." I said saying good bye to a good lay for a long time.

Steve swung one leg over my hips surprising the hell out of me and ground down causing me to groan loudly.

"Trust me Two-bit I want the sex but I want something first." He purred in my ear.

"A-anything." I managed to say through my slight moans.

"I get to top sometimes and I don't want anyone finding out about us got it?"

I nodded to busy panting to answer. Steve started kissing and nipping my neck getting me even harder. The towel slipped off Steve's hips showing off Steve's thick arousal standing long and proud. I groaned at the thought of having him in me. Thrusting roughly into my entrance. I wanted him so bad it was un-believable but it was his turn to be in control. I had to let him do what he wanted.

Steve slid off my shirt and kissed me hard on the mouth. I moaned and he started to rub my left nipple while squeezing my right one. I whimpered a little and then Steve kissed the small nubs of flesh. He nipped each one causing them to be red and sore before giving them small licks and making them tingle with a small puff of air. I was shivering the whole time.

Steve's traced the waistband on my pajamas and I whimpered in anticipation. My member was just aching to be touched. He cupped in between my legs and started rubbing back and forth. I groaned and panted while he rested his knees on the floor so I could spread my legs wider. I closed my eyes in bliss as the friction sent pleasurable waves through me. Then the feeling was gone and I whimpered at the loss of touch while clenching my eyes shut.

I opened my eyes just as Steve yanked off what little clothing I had and I was thankful I had the wall for support. He set back to work massaging my length in his hands. I moaned loudly and Steve rubbed just a little harder picking up a steady pace. I could feel the hot pressure building and I bit my lip trying to hold it back as long as possible. I glanced down at Steve. He was focused at his work. Licking his lips and finding just the right spot to touch. Then he looked into my eyes with his own that are clouded over with lust and something else. I gasped as another wave a pleasure pulsed through me.

"S-Steve I'm gonna c-cum." I warned between gasps.

I bit my lip and scratched at the floor before spilling my seed in a rush. I was breathing in gasps and shivering from the intensity of it. Steve kissed me lightly while brushing a stray hair out of my face. I looked down and saw that not only had I got my cum all over Steves stomach, but he was fully hard and leaking precum all over himself.

I lightly ran my fingers down his shaft earning a soft moan and a buck of hips. I leaned down and lightly licked the tip tasting him before wrapping my lips around it. He moaned again and I had to hold his hips to keep him from bucking down my throat. I sucked lightly teasing him before picking up the pace and sucking harder. Steve groaned louder and louder and I knew he was getting close. I let some of him slip down my throat while I controlled my gag reflex. I swallowed around his length then traveled back up and giving the tip a good lick before going back down and repeating. I could hear his rapid panting mixed with his deep moans and with one final long groan he came. I nearly choked as the thick liquid quickly filled my mouth and I swallowed it down fast. Steve finished and he was breathing real heavy. I rested my head against his thigh and let him regain his breath. Steve sighed and I looked up at him.

"I'm ready to sleep now." He said with exhaustion evident in his voice.

"Yeah same here we'll sleep in my room." I answered.

Steve nodded and we walked to my room quietly after I flicked off the laundry room light. I'm glad mom had cleaned my room before leaving this morning. I went down on the far side of the bed with my bare back pressed against the wall. Steve crawled under the covers beside me and I had to grin. He gave me a 'what the hell are you grinning at this time?' and I kissed him on the nose. Steve wrinkled his nose before relaxing into the pillow and blanket falling asleep and I quickly did the same. Cuddling real close to him all night.

Dallas's p.o.v

I couldn't fucking believe it. Just as I think things are calming down around here Johnny breaks the news to me. I was struck speech-less. Then I felt my rage build and I had to leave before I hit the poor kid.

'He's just confused,' I tried to convince myself 'confused and lonely.' But I quit believing that crap real quick. Johnny knew what he was saying but I didn't know what to do. But I sure as hell was itching for a fight. I had been searching the streets for some of Tim's gang or that blonde brat mark that keeps bugging me; anyone that was worth getting into a fist fight with. A good fight would clear my head.

I circled the block a second time before lighting a cancer stick. No one was out tonight; probably because of the damn weather. So I would get no distraction.

'Damn it Johnny why'd you have to be different!' I thought taking a long drag on my cigarette. It wasn't his fault though. I could figure that much out but I still didn't know what to do.

'This just like New York,' I thought. I left New York four years ago because of the same situation. The kids name was Cole and I barely knew him. I found out by accident and made him swear not to tell anyone else. Thing was that Coles older brother Luis was my old gangs leader and I wasn't going to risk my hide over some kids gender loving issues. Then it happened. I didn't see how telling the gang I was leaving would do any harm but it did. Cole killed himself by overdosing on booze. He left a suicide note addressed to me. I couldn't handle it. I had to get out. So I left that night instead of that morning. I took the note with me. I just hoped Luis didn't follow after his sibling. He always believed his brother was before the gang. Fear held an iron grip on my gut when the next thought struck me.

'What if Johnny tries the same thing?'

I took off running back to Bucks place but I couldn't find Johnny. He wasn't at the Curtis's either. My feet made a soft thud on the lots grassy surface as I tried not to have a mental break down. I had killed the only person who cared about me. Instead of running off I should have given him a chance. It would have been better than the on and off thing I had with Sylvia. Johnny and I could have had real feelings with each other. The gang would never be the same. Soda was already acting funny before this and I can't imagine how Pony's gonna take it.

"I've ruined everything." I choked out with un-easy steps caring me forward.

That's when I spotted someone sleeping in between the large roots of an old tree. I automatically recognized the jean jacket he always wore and ran towards his small form, skidding to halt before kneeling beside him. His skin felt so cold as I brushed a few ebony hairs out of his face. My body began to tremble and I knew I couldn't live after what I did. Then Johnny's steady and gentle breathing reached my ears and I breathed a sigh of relief. I gathered him up in my arms careful not to wake him and walked back to the gang's house. Things were going to be alright. I honestly believed that.

Sodapops p.o.v.

I blinked my eyes several times before I could keep them open. I felt dizzy and sore when I sat up but I had to figure out where I was. While surveying my surroundings I figured out I was in a hospital bed with Darry and Pony curled up together on a cot just a meter away from me.

I licked my lips thinking about the position I found them in. I knew I couldn't be with them and that truly broke my heart. But if it made them happy what did it matter? I could still help pay the bills and be there for them. I just wish I figured that out sooner so I wouldn't have gotten hit with a damn car and end up in the hospital for a night.

I got out of bed being careful of my ankle even though it felt a lot better. I walked slowly over to the cot feeling weaker than yesterday and kneeled beside my two brothers. I couldn't help but smile at them. Darry finally looked relaxed and content while holding Ponyboy in his arms and Pony looked as cute as ever while cuddled against him.

I gently shook Darrys shoulder knowing he'd be the least likely to wake with a jump. His eyes gently fluttered open and I was shocked by how much sorrow and relief I saw. I yelped as Darry grabbed me in bear hug waking Ponyboy up.

"Soda!" Ponyboy yelled before hugging me as well.

We stayed like that for awhile. With Darry and Pony holding me tight and effectively squishing me between them. I felt a little awkward stuck in-between them but at the same time I relished in being so close to them.

"You had us so worried little buddy." Darry whispered in my ear, his voice shaky.

"I'm fine Dar it was just a night in the hospital." I answered and they looked at each other.

"Soda," Darry took a deep breath before continuing "You've been here for three weeks."

My breath stuck in my throat and I coughed. Pony patted my back lightly to comfort me and I soon stopped.

"Darry got some clothes for you they're on the night-stand."

I nodded before getting off the cot and changing in the small cube of a bathroom. I couldn't believe I've been out for three whole weeks. My boss has probably found someone to replace me. My lip trembled slightly as I stepped back into the room. How was I going to help Darry pay bills now?

"Soda what's wrong?" Pony asked with his voice full of concern.

I didn't answer but I wrapped my arms around him. Darry said he'd tell the doctor we were ready to leave and I nodded in response before we went looking for the doctor. Pony let me hold him until I let him go and I was grateful for it. He might not know how much I love him but for that little moment I could pretend he shared them with me. A minute passed before Pony spoke.

"Soda…" Pony trailed off biting his lip.

"What is it baby?" I asked tucking some of his soft hair behind his ear.

"Did you… did you get hit… on purpose?" he whispered in a fear filled voice before he broke down crying nearly making my heart stop.

"No, oh Pony don't cry it was accident okay just an accident." I spoke soothing petting his hair lightly before hugging him close cooing 'it's ok' into his ear.

I cuddled him to my chest hoping to consol his crying but he still shook with fear. After awhile Pony sniffed a few times before patting me on the back as a signal to let go. He wiped his eyes and sniffled before Darry stepped into the room

"Okay guys we can lea- Pony what's wrong?" He asked his voice full of concern.

"S-soda can you explain everything when we get home?" Pony asked me.

"I'll try things are a little… fuzzy but I know enough."

"We'll take it slow okay Soda I think it's time to bring you home." Darry finished wrapping an arm around my shoulders comfortingly.

I gave a small thanks leaning against him as the three of us left the hospital. I know they were together and off limits but I couldn't help indulge in the little gestures of affection. Their relationship might mean I would have to leave them after some time but I would never stop loving them. So I'll find a way to make their lives easier. It was the only solution I could think of.


A/N: So what do you think? I thought Dallys p.o.v. was a good touch and Soda's Home! But just how is he going to explain things to Darry and Ponyboy? Read and Find out! in the next chapter.