...........................................Johnny's P.O.V.
I closed my eyes and kissed him. His lips were so soft, he looked so cute when he was worried like this. I wasn't worried.
He laid back and I smoothed his hair back, traced the line of his jaw, kissed him again.
"Johnny, I don't think we should..." he said, but he wasn't looking at me like he meant that.
"I know," I said. I laid down next to him.
"Aw, fuck them anyways," he said, and put his arm around me. I grinned. I watched him out of the corner of my eye as he trailed his hand down my shirt and tugged on the button of my jeans.
.....................................Ponyboy's P.O.V.
I felt an edginess about Steve and Soda knowing like electricity in my veins. It wouldn't let me rest. It had been such a secret.
A sweet dark secret. And Johnny grinning, lying on my bed with his dark slick hair falling in his eyes, he was like a dark secret. I wanted to devour him, taste him slowly, sensation piling upon sensation until I couldn't stand it.
Neither of us had turned the light on and I reached across him to snap on the lamp. He felt so solid, so real underneath me when I reached over him. Like the only real thing in my life.
.........................................Steve's P.O.V.
"Steve, man, chill out," Soda said, looking at me quick. I had thrown a wrench across the garage. It made that clang, that sharp loud clang of metal on cement.
"What the hell is the matter?" Soda said as I scowled, stomped over to pick up the wrench.
"It isn't Ponyboy and Johnny, is it?" he said, sitting on the swivel stool and twirling around.
"You're damn right it's Ponyboy and Johnny," I said, and the wrench in my fist suddenly felt like a weapon.
Soda looked at me with his calm puzzlement and I gripped the wrench tighter, clenched my teeth.
"Soda, c'mon, it's, how can you..." I couldn't quite put it into words, wasn't quite sure why I was so upset about it. But everytime I thought about it I felt my blood boil.
What the hell was with them?
.......................................Ponyboy's P.O.V.
I fiddled with the button of his jeans, admired the smooth tanned skin of his stomach, the yellowing bruises on his ribs. He watched me from beneath the thick, dark lashes, his eyes half closed, his breathing speeding up, his lips parting.
I tugged his jeans down, they slid down so easily, and he shifted a little to get them off. In the lamplight he looked even more tan, his eyes and hair so dark they almost looked like liquid. He was sharp and the rest of the room was like in a gauzy haze.
I kissed his neck. I could feel his blood pulsing beneath my lips, could feel his breath against my cheek.
"Johnny," I whispered in his ear, "I want to fuck you,"
.......................................Johnny's P.O.V.
It makes me feel kinda drunk, laying on the bed and kissing Pony. Watching him touch me, he's so handsome and everything.
He whispered in my ear, "Johnny, I want to fuck you," and I felt excited and scared at the same time.
"Mmmmm, I don't know," I said softly. He kissed me and reached his hand under my boxers, grabbed my dick. I drew my breath in and he started that slow up and down motion, making it hard to think, hard to pull away, hard to say no.