The Outsiders characters belongs to S.E. Hinton. The plot belongs to me.

"Glory Pony," Dally groaned "you're so tight."

Ponyboy felt Dallas thrust into him.

"Faster Dallas! Faster!" Ponyboy moaned, gripping the sheets beneath him.

Dally's thrusts became harder and faster...

PONYBOY'S P.O.V.

"Pony, Pony wake up."

I woke up from my steamy dream. Sodapop was standing over me in a pair of faded blue jeans and a black t-shirt.

"Darry's gone to work and I've got to get going as well. You'll be fine on your own?"

"Yeah Soda," I replied awkwardly "I'll be fine."

Soda Ruffled my hair and left the room. When I was sure my older brother was out of the house, I threw the covers from over my waist. Damn. I had one hell of a boner. Good thing Soda didn't see it.

I got dressed and threw myself on the couch and started to watch Mickey Mouse.

For months I've been having the same dreams. For months I've been wanting the same guy. Dallas Winston...Dallas Winston...

Even the sound of his name made me shiver. I've had feelings for Dallas for years. Those feelings grew more about two months ago; sometime around Christmas day. It was an accident that led to the best night of my life. I don't even know if Dally remembers it: He was drunk out of his mind that night.

How it all started, I was running away from a group of Socs when I found myself at a terrible place: Buck Merrill's place. He and Dallas were in a fight. These guys went at it like nobody's business. Dally used any and everything he could get his hands on. Razors, chains, knives etc. Everyone seemed to be encouraging them to fight harder. Dally was taking it all in, probably just to keep his rep, probably just to be a pleaser. Finally one good punch was enough to knock Buck out. Dally slowly stood up, rubbing the hand that he used to give Buck the black eye that he'd be carrying for possibly months. That was when he saw me.

He looked as if he were a bull that had just seen red. I knew I was in big trouble. Dallas dragged me upstairs to the room where he was staying in. He slammed the door closed and held his hand up as if he was going to slap me. I flinched and closed my eyes.

Flashback

"Pony, c'mere."

Dally pulled me closer to him. I could smell the alcohol in his breath.

"Ponyboy, c'mere."

I tried to fight out of Dally's grip. I heard of what he could do when he was waisted and I didn't want that happening to me. He pulled me into a tight embrace, stroking my hair. I was being lulled by him.

"I didn't want you to see that Ponyboy and I'd never hurt you."

My green eyes me his icy blue eyes. He kissed my forehead apologetically. Then his lips roughly crashed into mine.

"Dallas!" I squealed in surprise and pushed him away.

I looked down to see a bulge in the front of his jeans. Dally pulled me back to him. I tried to wriggle myself away from him but found myself pinned to the wall. He ran his fingers through my hair. This wasn't the Dallas Winston that I remembered.

"Ponyboy, do you like me?" he asked.

I stared at him in bewilderment.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because I like you, that's why."

Did he just ask what I think he just asked? Did he just say what I think he just said?

"Y-yes. I like you Dallas."

The words kind of flew out of my mouth. It took me a while to consider what I'd just said.

"Hows about you and me have a little fun then?" he asked grinning.

Before I knew it, I was on the bed. Dallas was on top of me. Just imagining what might come next made me bite my lip. I knew Dally could be rough in the bed so I was a little scared. My fear was obviously a turn-on for him because he licked his lips lustfully.

He crept his hand up my thigh. Plunged his cold hands down the back of the my jeans. I gasped when his cold hands touched my skin. Then moved to the front of my pants, toying with the bulge through the fabric, causing me to harden.

"Dally," I begged "quit toyin' with me."

My plead was stopped by Dally's lips crashing into mine once again. 'He's still toyin' with me' I thought to myself. Dally planted rough kissed around my jawline. Next he straddled my waist and began to rub his hands up and down my sides, grinding against me as he did so, keeping the pace slow and steady.

"Mmmn" Dally moaned as he pressed against my groin through the fabric of our jeans. I begged him not to stop and he began to grind against me at a slower, rougher pace. Then he began to suck my neck harshly.

"Dally, your torturing me!" I cried.

Dallas smirked as he began to shred his shirt off his body and tossed it to the floor. Dallas leaned down, kissing me roughly as he slid his hands down to my pulled my jeans down a little further before slipping a hand into my underwear with a quick downward thrust of his hand.

After a while our naked bodies were tossing and turning together. We were lost in a sea of kissing and grinding.

Dally went down to grip my cock. He lowered his head and place the tip in his mouth. Involuntarily I bucked my hips up. Dally placed my cock into his mouth and started to suck strongly.

I arched my back and groaned. Dally dragged his tongue up and down my shaft until I began to wither and shake from the pleasure.

"You like that?" He asked obviously knowing I did but deciding to tease me anyway.

For the third time he place the head of my cock in his mouth and swirled it around. I ran My hands through Dally's blond hair and moaned his name. It wasn't long before I came into his mouth. Then he licked my member clean and I moaned exotically.

"Dally," I groaned.

He looked up at me. "Do you want more?" he asked.

"Yes!" I exclaimed "I want it rough too."

"What exactly do you mean by 'rough,' Pony?"

"You've been going easy on me this whole time," I panted "don't hold back I promise I can take it."

I was still a little scared but I was speaking the truth. I wanted Dally to hit me with everything he had.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes. Just Take me Dally."

"What?" he teased.

"Take me Dally."

"Can't hear you."

"Goddamn it! Take me Dallas! Fuck me Dallas Winston!"

I knew he couldn't saw no to that because he smiled an evil smile. He straddled my waist again. I braced myself for what was to come. He slowly went inside of me, moaning with pleasure. I let out a cry of pain, and then felt Dally's rough lips on my neck. My hand grabbed a fist full of the bed sheets.

"You ok?"

"Y-yeah. Harder, Dally, faster," I moaned. He happily complied with every thrust. Each of our moans was like music to our ears.

"Glory Pony," Dally groaned "you're so tight."

I felt Dallas thrust into me again.

"Faster Dallas! Faster!" I moaned, gripping more of the sheets beneath me.

Dally's thrusts became harder and faster.

"Oh God, Pony," Dally gasped as he came into me. That made me lose it and came as well. Dallas pulled out and kissed my lips gently, wrapping his arms around me.

We both crashed into the bed panting for air.

"You love me Dallas?" I asked.

"I thought I already told you," he chortled.

"Tell me again."

"I love you Pnoyboy Michael Curtis."

"I love you," I began "Dallas Winston."

We were both asleep in minutes.

End

So, how was it? Good, Bad, In between? This is my first Outsiders fan fiction so go easy on me. Please reveiw!