Sweet Jesus. This fic is hella hella long. I plan on ending it one of these days, so if you reviewers want something outta this ficcie that you haven't got yet, do tell.

But I've still got some surprises in me, I assure you.

Summary/Disclaimer:

Last chapter, Brooklyn dragged his aching self home, brown headed and with a car. He admitted to kissing Jacoby, and having some confusing feelings, but it's safe to say that all is forgiven because both of them neeeeeed to get laid. It's almost painful on this end.

"You should probably get off me now before the gang comes in here to drag you out to your surprise."

"Surprise?" Pony asked. Brooklyn sat up and Pony was already up and blinking.

"Gimme a hand up." Pony extended his hand and helped pull Brooklyn up. "Come on. Outside. You're driving me home."

"I have my license. But your car is at your apartment."

"That's fine."

Brooklyn pushed him out the front door and limped along after him, feeling every breath catch. He leaned on Darry's truck as Pony stared at the crimson car parked in the driveway.

"Is that yours?" Pony asked. The boys were all circling it and making car related comments (you know the type, it eventually devolves into jokes about rotating some hot chicks tires, wink wink, nudge nudge, author is tired and oxygen deprived).

"No." Brooklyn said. Pony looked to him and it got real quiet. Daddy was dancing at Brooklyn's feet. "It's yours."

"Holy shit." Pony said. He couldn't restrain his instinct to jump a little and Brooklyn laughed.

"Yeah. It's a nice car." Brooklyn said, winking at Pony.

"Really? Brooklyn, it had to be really expensive-" Pony began, flushing.

"Naw. Jacoby has connections." Brooklyn winked again and Pony frowned. So did Darry.

"This isn't stolen I hope."

"Of course not Superman. Title is even in the glove box. What kind of a man do you think I am?"

"A loaded one, if it isn't stolen." Steve commented, grinning.

"Are we gonna get a ride or what?" Two Bit asked.

"Yeah. I want to go home and sleep, but you're all free to come over, gather round the car and drool." Brooklyn said.

They ended up piling into two cars with the promise that Steve would get a ride later and headed out. Pony went to fast over a bump and Brooklyn threatened his life, but other than that it was a smooth ride.

Pony held the door open for Brooklyn and he glared. Pony slipped an arm around him to help him walk and felt wetness as his hand slipped under his jacket. He looked to Brooklyn and Brooklyn motioned for him to be quiet about it.

About ten minutes after the gang entered Brooklyn's apartment, the tv was on and everything was normal again. Except that everyone was hugging Brooklyn more than usual and it hinted to the fact that they were afraid of loosing someone again.

Pony noticed that Brooklyn had slipped to the bathroom and followed a few moments later, smiling since Darry was making a cake with "assistance" from Soda and Steve. He knocked softly on the bathroom just off of Brooklyn's bedroom and waited.

"Pony?"

"Yeah."

"Just a minute."

Pony went in anyway. Brooklyn had stripped off the bandages from his chest and held a bottle of rubbing alcohol in his hand.

"I meant a longer minute." Brooklyn said. Pony stared at the deep wound in his chest.

"What is that?"

"Painful. Since you're in here, get a piece of that stuff and cover the edges with tape so I can bandage this up again."

"Okay. How bad is it?"

"It's not infected but it hurts like a bitch. Which is why the good doctor gave me some pain medication." He poured some rubbing alcohol down it and gasped. "Fuck." He looked to Pony.

"Sure you're okay?"

"Fine and dandy. Pony, I am sorry about what I did with Jacoby. It was stupid, thoughtless and really dumb. He never had a chance of replacing you. You know that, right?"

"Yeah. I just wish you hadn't kissed him."

"I know. It was stupid of me." Brooklyn inhaled again, paling. He put his hand on the counter to steady him.

"When you first said it, I wanted to hit you." Pony said. Brooklyn looked at him.

"And instead you threw me on the floor. I think it was a good choice. Besides, I know it was stupid and I doubt there is anything you can do to make me feel worse."

"I could go kiss someone else."

Brooklyn looked to him and Pony saw pain in his eyes. He understood.

"Hm. I suppose I understand that entire want to hit thing now." Brooklyn said.

"Good. Is that supposed to be bleeding?"

"Not really. Slap that make shift bandage on there. I'm gonna put pressure on it and lie down. Could you get me some water or something? Loosing blood makes you loopy unless you replenish the fluid."

"Sure. Let me help you to the bed though." Pony put the gauzy pad on and slapped more tape over it. He slipped an arm under Brooklyn's and helped him to his bed.

"And yes, this may mean it'll be a couple days until make up sex." Brooklyn said, smiling. Pony sighed.

"I suppose. Bleeding really isn't a turn on for me." He flashed a very studly grin at Brooklyn and he laughed.

"You've been hanging around that blonde boy too much."

Pony ventured out to the kitchen and popped open the fridge. He found grape juice and decided Brooklyn might like it better than water, especially since getting water involved breaking up a fight between Soda and Steve as they used the sink hose to drench each other.

Pony wondered how he didn't see it sooner. He shrugged his shoulders and poured a glass of juice for Brooklyn. Darry had just slipped the cake into the oven and peered at him.

"How's he doing? He looked like he was hurting something awful." Darry said. He bit the side of his cheek.

"I think he's all right." Pony said.

"Yeah. You know, I didn't think I'd find a cake mix here, or juice." Darry said. He blinked at Pony. Pony flushed. He'd spent some time in Brooklyn's apartment and he liked having juice and cake. "You really missed him."

"Yeah."

"Well go get him his juice before he starts complaining about being in pain."

Pony sat down on Brooklyn's bed and slipped closer, leaning on the head board and offering him the juice.

"Thank you lover." He kissed Pony's forehead. He drank some and set it between his thighs, leaning back against the pillow.

Pony leaned against the headboard and sighed. He never thought he'd be in this bedroom with Brooklyn ever again. And that fear had been in him ever since they'd made love the last time, even the instant Brooklyn said he'd have to leave.

But here he was. Bleeding and kissed by another.

Pony frowned.

Brooklyn loved the feeling of Pony's fingers in his hair, stroking his scalp. God he'd miss-

"Oww." Pony'd given his hair a sharp tug.

"I can't believe you kissed that slimy, no good, hair dye having-"

Brooklyn touched his face and stroked his earlobe, blinking slowly as their gazes interlocked.

"Pony, I picked you. I have always been yours."

Brooklyn kissed Pony and felt tears on his face. He opened his eyes as Pony pulled away, sniffling.

"You remember that the next time you think about kissing anyone else."

"Yes sir."

Brooklyn rested his head in Pony's lap. His eyes shut and he sighed.

"I never want to leave this bed again. And I plan to sleep for two days straight, so you might want to get a book." Brooklyn murmured. Pony smiled down at him.

"I've got all I need."

Awwwwwww. More fluff. This is called normalizing, where we check in and make sure everything is okay. I'll get to the shmexing soon. But aren't they adorable? Ahhh.

I'm not sure if I like this chapter. Tell me whatcha think, what you liked, or what I could do to improve it.

Thankies and cookies,

Shadows Run