In Repair; Chapter 4: "Memories."
Warning: SAP. Oh yes. Bubbly fangirls, prepare to gush. Angst hounds...uh...amuse yourself?
Ah yes. I am continuing it! Oh em gee. But this could be the last chapter; since I don't really have much of an idea...on second thought, maybe another chapter or two. Make it decent length. Yeah, that's the stuff! (Now to run from the Hostess lawyers.)
Am planning another fic, an R one. Not sure on the pairing yet though. (And I ain't too fond of Dally, so...meh.)
Too lazy to type out individual notes to the reviewers, and besides, all it does is take up space. A good hearty "THANK YOU FOR THE LOVE!" is good enough, I feel. Ne? Now to fix my winamp so I can write this thing to the right music...
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Ponyboy lay awake that night, staring at the ceiling, the salty taste of Steve still faintly on his tongue. He moved his tongue back and forth, enjoying the taste...and by what happened tonight, it looked like he'd be tasting the same flavor for a long time. The young greaser could hear his older, blonde brother sleeping peacefully next to him, stirring occasionally. Pony had no idea what time it was, and how long he'd been up, thinking about what happened that very night. He decided to let his thoughts drift back...
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Steve and Pony's moans eventually melted into one another, their kiss becoming deeper and more passionate. Their hands wandered everywhere, and the auburn-haired greaser whimpered as Steve's rough hand stroked his sensitive spot and inner thighs. Naturally, the younger greaser was too shy, and pulled out of the kiss, blushing softly. Steve simply grinned.
That's when they heard Darry come home.
With the quickness of a scattering flock of birds, Pony ran into the house and greeted Darry, trying to rid himself of the red in his cheeks. Steve also stumbled into the house, to be greeted with a confused Sodapop, questioning him on where the swirly-haired greaser had gone.
Naturally, Ponyboy and Steve hadn't had any time after their kissing session to really talk. Pony had simply gone to bed, followed by the usual bouncy Soda, while Darry stayed up to handle some bills and other financial papers. Not like Pony could sleep, and still, now, laying there thinking in the darkness, he couldn't slow his thoughts down.
Steve had kissed him.
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Ponyboy opened his pastel green eyes to sunlight, his and Soda's shared bedroom glowing with dawn's light. He'd fallen asleep, dreaming about what had gone on the previous night. But now that he thought about it, lying there in the occupied bed, it didn't seem real. Like some sort of strange fantasy...
He heard Soda yawn and sit up, stretching, his muscles moving beneath his white undershirt as he lifted his hands above his head, grunting. The sunny, golden glow illuminated his brother's blonde hair, making it shine a bright, beautiful gold, very similar to the sunlight. Being as quiet as he could, he snuck closer to his older brother, and pounced on his back.
"Mornin' Pone." Soda grinned cheerfully, pulling his younger brother's head under his arm, nooging him.
"Ack! Sodaaa!" Pony squirmed away, "Shower already! That's some serious BO."
Soda looked insulted, then lifted his arm to sniff. Pony cringed, but Soda shrugged. "It's a manly smell." The blonde said with a straight, bored face, and got up to make some quick breakfast. Pony followed, to find a hung-over Two-Bit on their couch, and Darry hitting him with the morning paper to wake him up.
"Up ya get, oaf." Darry scolded, but Two-Bit grunted and rolled over, curling up in a small ball. Darry sighed and went into the kitchen to help Soda with breakfast.
"It's Wednesday today, right Dar?" Soda reached into the fridge for some cake, while Darry got out the usual plates and silverware. Pony walked into the kitchen, and sat down on a nearby chair, looking down at the wooden surface in front of him. His mind wandered, and he decided he'd go at lunch to see Steve; to talk to his enemy, and see what last night was all about. Did this mean Steve would stop hating him...? Pony couldn't believe that; Steve hated him from the day Soda brought him home from school. Not like Pony could remember that too well, since he'd been a little kid at the time.
Darry nodded an answer, handing two plates of cake to Ponyboy and pushing him along in the living room. "Go give the bum some, it's best to feed him so he doesn't start foraging for food." Pony laughed at his oldest brother's remark, and wandered over to the redheaded greaser asleep on the couch. Poking him, he offered Two-Bit the cake.
Looking over his bare shoulder, he grinned and grabbed the cake, sitting up abruptly. Pony just watched the elder greaser eat; it was amazing how much Two-Bit could eat in a few minutes.
"Uhm...you commin' to school today Two-Bit?" He questioned, and Two-Bit shook his wild, tussled hair.
"Naw, as fun as puking in class would be." He took another forkful of cake into his mouth, grinning with cake-covered teeth.
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Ponyboy tried to increase his walking pace even more, but Two-Bit continued to scold him for trying to escape him. Pony was impatient; he wanted to Steve, and fast. He was confused and scared about what had happened, and wanted answers. Two-Bit, on the other hand, was in no real hurry; he was being his lazy self. Pony looked over his shoulder, giving Two-Bit a sharp glare.
"What the hell you so mad about?" Two-Bit's grey eyes widened in surprise, since Pony didn't get vicious often.
"I'm not, just hungry." Pony half-lied; he was really hungry, but the need to talk to Steve was much more important.
As they approached the DX, Two-Bit smirked his infamous smirk and wandered towards the group of girls floating around Sodapop, as per usual. They ignored Two-Bit, but he did get a few girl's attention, and seemed pleased enough by this. Pony walked right by the scene and into the small building, to see Steve walking out of the garage area, cleaning his hands with a grease-covered yellow rag.
Pony swallowed hard. "Steve." he said loud enough for the seventeen year old to hear him.
Steve looked up, brown eyes curious. When he spoted Pony, though, they darkened, the emotion within them unreadable. Wiping the last bit of grime off his hands, he threw the cloth aside and approached the younger boy. Pony started to say something, when Steve grabbed him by the shirt and dragged him into the garage area. Pony freed himself from the grasp, and backed up into a blue Camero, and Steve closed the door to the area. They were alone...for now.
Steve turned a sharp, hardened face to Pony, and approached him in a few steps. Pony backed up more, leaning back onto the car's hood, as the older boy was towering over him, burning brown eyes glaring at him. "If it's anything about last night, yeah, I'm in love with you. I kissed ya, and that's that."
Pony still felt threatened, as the older boy looked more like he'd strangle Pony and hang him from a telephone pole rather than love him. Taking a deep breath, he tried to say something, but couldn't. Steve leaned down hard, and pressing his hard body against the younger boy's, he gave him a small kiss. Pony's eyes were wide open, and Steve pulled away quickly. Pony had just noticed the older boy's shirt was wide open, exposing his well-developed chest and hard, defined stomach. He didn't mean to stare, but Steve's voice soft voice brought his eyes back up to the older boy's.
"I'll come by later tonight for ya, okay? We'll go to the lot and...talk about things. I know you want to." Steve seemed to read Pony's mind, and the fourteen year old nodded quickly. Unexpectedly, Steve gave a wide grin, showing pointed incisors. Pony got the sudden mental image of a vampire prince, and shook it away so he wouldn't burst out laughing. He wouldn't have been able to laugh, though, as Steve leaned down to kiss Pony again, slower and softer than before, wrapping his strong arms around the younger boy's frail body. Pony accepted it, and moved in close, kissing Steve back and wrapping his arms around the older boy's neck. Pony could smell the car exhaust and oil smells on Steve still; it suited him, being the car lover he was.
The two broke apart, and Steve grinned gently at the younger boy. "See you at seven, right?"
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It was chilly out, so Ponyboy had put on a green sweater to keep him warm; even though, he knew, Steve would do that for him anyways. He sat on the front steps, waiting for Steve to show. He was late, Pony knew it. Getting frustrated, Pony yelled at his brothers within the house. "What time is it?"
Darry's loud, deep voice answered. "Seven."
Sodapop's voice chimed in, obviously talking to Darry. "But the clock says six fifty nine! It's not seven yet!"
Pony just smirked and looked out at the road in front of their house. His rear was starting to freeze from the cold steps of their porch, and he squirmed, trying to regain feeling in the area. Instead, after a few times, Pony simply decided to stand, and began pacing about the front porch. Soda opened the front door of the house to question the pacing boy, as he'd been watching him out the window.
"Who you waitin' for?" Soda questioned. "Or ya just explorin' the porch?"
"Steve." Pony said simply, and knew Soda had grinned. Soda had always wanted his brother and his best friend to get along, and this was something new. Something Soda wanted. Happy with the answer, he went back into the house, to tell Darry nonetheless. The aurburn-haired greaser just shook his head and leaned on the railing surrounding the porch, leaning out. He spotted a figure moving towards the house, and guessed it was Steve by the stride. Steve had a certain way he walked and carried himself, one of someone who was very proud.
"Hey." Pony wandered off the porch to greet Steve, and he was scooped up over the older boy's shoulder the moment he got close enough. Pony protested, but Steve just laughed and carried him away from the house. He dropped the younger boy behind a tree, and as soon as Pony stood up, he was greeted with a warm embrace, and a hot, spicy tongue entering his mouth. Moaning softly, he allowed Steve to kiss him, tasting that same salty taste as the night before.
Breaking apart, Steve smiled. "C'mon." And he walked away, towards the lot. Pony, grinning as well, followed the older boy. His old rival, his new lover.
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Yeah yeah, I know. I'll have their big conversation next chapter. My back hurts, as does my poor brain. But, I tried! (And I'd like to apologize for last chapter; cheesy, yes. Different?...Probably not. e_e;)
Warning: SAP. Oh yes. Bubbly fangirls, prepare to gush. Angst hounds...uh...amuse yourself?
Ah yes. I am continuing it! Oh em gee. But this could be the last chapter; since I don't really have much of an idea...on second thought, maybe another chapter or two. Make it decent length. Yeah, that's the stuff! (Now to run from the Hostess lawyers.)
Am planning another fic, an R one. Not sure on the pairing yet though. (And I ain't too fond of Dally, so...meh.)
Too lazy to type out individual notes to the reviewers, and besides, all it does is take up space. A good hearty "THANK YOU FOR THE LOVE!" is good enough, I feel. Ne? Now to fix my winamp so I can write this thing to the right music...
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Ponyboy lay awake that night, staring at the ceiling, the salty taste of Steve still faintly on his tongue. He moved his tongue back and forth, enjoying the taste...and by what happened tonight, it looked like he'd be tasting the same flavor for a long time. The young greaser could hear his older, blonde brother sleeping peacefully next to him, stirring occasionally. Pony had no idea what time it was, and how long he'd been up, thinking about what happened that very night. He decided to let his thoughts drift back...
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Steve and Pony's moans eventually melted into one another, their kiss becoming deeper and more passionate. Their hands wandered everywhere, and the auburn-haired greaser whimpered as Steve's rough hand stroked his sensitive spot and inner thighs. Naturally, the younger greaser was too shy, and pulled out of the kiss, blushing softly. Steve simply grinned.
That's when they heard Darry come home.
With the quickness of a scattering flock of birds, Pony ran into the house and greeted Darry, trying to rid himself of the red in his cheeks. Steve also stumbled into the house, to be greeted with a confused Sodapop, questioning him on where the swirly-haired greaser had gone.
Naturally, Ponyboy and Steve hadn't had any time after their kissing session to really talk. Pony had simply gone to bed, followed by the usual bouncy Soda, while Darry stayed up to handle some bills and other financial papers. Not like Pony could sleep, and still, now, laying there thinking in the darkness, he couldn't slow his thoughts down.
Steve had kissed him.
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Ponyboy opened his pastel green eyes to sunlight, his and Soda's shared bedroom glowing with dawn's light. He'd fallen asleep, dreaming about what had gone on the previous night. But now that he thought about it, lying there in the occupied bed, it didn't seem real. Like some sort of strange fantasy...
He heard Soda yawn and sit up, stretching, his muscles moving beneath his white undershirt as he lifted his hands above his head, grunting. The sunny, golden glow illuminated his brother's blonde hair, making it shine a bright, beautiful gold, very similar to the sunlight. Being as quiet as he could, he snuck closer to his older brother, and pounced on his back.
"Mornin' Pone." Soda grinned cheerfully, pulling his younger brother's head under his arm, nooging him.
"Ack! Sodaaa!" Pony squirmed away, "Shower already! That's some serious BO."
Soda looked insulted, then lifted his arm to sniff. Pony cringed, but Soda shrugged. "It's a manly smell." The blonde said with a straight, bored face, and got up to make some quick breakfast. Pony followed, to find a hung-over Two-Bit on their couch, and Darry hitting him with the morning paper to wake him up.
"Up ya get, oaf." Darry scolded, but Two-Bit grunted and rolled over, curling up in a small ball. Darry sighed and went into the kitchen to help Soda with breakfast.
"It's Wednesday today, right Dar?" Soda reached into the fridge for some cake, while Darry got out the usual plates and silverware. Pony walked into the kitchen, and sat down on a nearby chair, looking down at the wooden surface in front of him. His mind wandered, and he decided he'd go at lunch to see Steve; to talk to his enemy, and see what last night was all about. Did this mean Steve would stop hating him...? Pony couldn't believe that; Steve hated him from the day Soda brought him home from school. Not like Pony could remember that too well, since he'd been a little kid at the time.
Darry nodded an answer, handing two plates of cake to Ponyboy and pushing him along in the living room. "Go give the bum some, it's best to feed him so he doesn't start foraging for food." Pony laughed at his oldest brother's remark, and wandered over to the redheaded greaser asleep on the couch. Poking him, he offered Two-Bit the cake.
Looking over his bare shoulder, he grinned and grabbed the cake, sitting up abruptly. Pony just watched the elder greaser eat; it was amazing how much Two-Bit could eat in a few minutes.
"Uhm...you commin' to school today Two-Bit?" He questioned, and Two-Bit shook his wild, tussled hair.
"Naw, as fun as puking in class would be." He took another forkful of cake into his mouth, grinning with cake-covered teeth.
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Ponyboy tried to increase his walking pace even more, but Two-Bit continued to scold him for trying to escape him. Pony was impatient; he wanted to Steve, and fast. He was confused and scared about what had happened, and wanted answers. Two-Bit, on the other hand, was in no real hurry; he was being his lazy self. Pony looked over his shoulder, giving Two-Bit a sharp glare.
"What the hell you so mad about?" Two-Bit's grey eyes widened in surprise, since Pony didn't get vicious often.
"I'm not, just hungry." Pony half-lied; he was really hungry, but the need to talk to Steve was much more important.
As they approached the DX, Two-Bit smirked his infamous smirk and wandered towards the group of girls floating around Sodapop, as per usual. They ignored Two-Bit, but he did get a few girl's attention, and seemed pleased enough by this. Pony walked right by the scene and into the small building, to see Steve walking out of the garage area, cleaning his hands with a grease-covered yellow rag.
Pony swallowed hard. "Steve." he said loud enough for the seventeen year old to hear him.
Steve looked up, brown eyes curious. When he spoted Pony, though, they darkened, the emotion within them unreadable. Wiping the last bit of grime off his hands, he threw the cloth aside and approached the younger boy. Pony started to say something, when Steve grabbed him by the shirt and dragged him into the garage area. Pony freed himself from the grasp, and backed up into a blue Camero, and Steve closed the door to the area. They were alone...for now.
Steve turned a sharp, hardened face to Pony, and approached him in a few steps. Pony backed up more, leaning back onto the car's hood, as the older boy was towering over him, burning brown eyes glaring at him. "If it's anything about last night, yeah, I'm in love with you. I kissed ya, and that's that."
Pony still felt threatened, as the older boy looked more like he'd strangle Pony and hang him from a telephone pole rather than love him. Taking a deep breath, he tried to say something, but couldn't. Steve leaned down hard, and pressing his hard body against the younger boy's, he gave him a small kiss. Pony's eyes were wide open, and Steve pulled away quickly. Pony had just noticed the older boy's shirt was wide open, exposing his well-developed chest and hard, defined stomach. He didn't mean to stare, but Steve's voice soft voice brought his eyes back up to the older boy's.
"I'll come by later tonight for ya, okay? We'll go to the lot and...talk about things. I know you want to." Steve seemed to read Pony's mind, and the fourteen year old nodded quickly. Unexpectedly, Steve gave a wide grin, showing pointed incisors. Pony got the sudden mental image of a vampire prince, and shook it away so he wouldn't burst out laughing. He wouldn't have been able to laugh, though, as Steve leaned down to kiss Pony again, slower and softer than before, wrapping his strong arms around the younger boy's frail body. Pony accepted it, and moved in close, kissing Steve back and wrapping his arms around the older boy's neck. Pony could smell the car exhaust and oil smells on Steve still; it suited him, being the car lover he was.
The two broke apart, and Steve grinned gently at the younger boy. "See you at seven, right?"
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It was chilly out, so Ponyboy had put on a green sweater to keep him warm; even though, he knew, Steve would do that for him anyways. He sat on the front steps, waiting for Steve to show. He was late, Pony knew it. Getting frustrated, Pony yelled at his brothers within the house. "What time is it?"
Darry's loud, deep voice answered. "Seven."
Sodapop's voice chimed in, obviously talking to Darry. "But the clock says six fifty nine! It's not seven yet!"
Pony just smirked and looked out at the road in front of their house. His rear was starting to freeze from the cold steps of their porch, and he squirmed, trying to regain feeling in the area. Instead, after a few times, Pony simply decided to stand, and began pacing about the front porch. Soda opened the front door of the house to question the pacing boy, as he'd been watching him out the window.
"Who you waitin' for?" Soda questioned. "Or ya just explorin' the porch?"
"Steve." Pony said simply, and knew Soda had grinned. Soda had always wanted his brother and his best friend to get along, and this was something new. Something Soda wanted. Happy with the answer, he went back into the house, to tell Darry nonetheless. The aurburn-haired greaser just shook his head and leaned on the railing surrounding the porch, leaning out. He spotted a figure moving towards the house, and guessed it was Steve by the stride. Steve had a certain way he walked and carried himself, one of someone who was very proud.
"Hey." Pony wandered off the porch to greet Steve, and he was scooped up over the older boy's shoulder the moment he got close enough. Pony protested, but Steve just laughed and carried him away from the house. He dropped the younger boy behind a tree, and as soon as Pony stood up, he was greeted with a warm embrace, and a hot, spicy tongue entering his mouth. Moaning softly, he allowed Steve to kiss him, tasting that same salty taste as the night before.
Breaking apart, Steve smiled. "C'mon." And he walked away, towards the lot. Pony, grinning as well, followed the older boy. His old rival, his new lover.
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Yeah yeah, I know. I'll have their big conversation next chapter. My back hurts, as does my poor brain. But, I tried! (And I'd like to apologize for last chapter; cheesy, yes. Different?...Probably not. e_e;)