*See chapter one for warnings and disclaimers.
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WuffieLuver: Well, I would have to agree that naughty can definitely be good, right? *winks* But exams are unconditionally bad, so if I helped distract you, fantastic!
LadyJessy: Another update! Finally! I'm so slow, aren't I? Dally's reaction is explained in this chapter (sorry if he's a little OOC, but I'm doing my best). Yeah, I always pictured Dally as the jealous type, and Two- Bit seems like just the kind of guy that would test him like that, and it's definitely going to get spicier! Thank you so much for always reviewing, I always look forward to your feedback!
Silent Dirge: Well, when I read the book, there seemed to be definite chemistry between Pony and Dally (could have been my imagination, of course), and experimentation is always good, right? Especially since I haven't seen another fic with this pairing. You envy me? *blushes* That's such a compliment, because I love your stuff, especially the Steve/Pony stories! But yeah, isn't Tashue great? THANKS SO MUCH FOR YOUR REVIEW!
killslay: First of all, I'd like to thank you profusely for your constant opinions; I love hearing from you! Thank you so much for the compliments! Yeah, I think that the theme of the Outsiders is definitely something you have to take into account when writing fics about it, so I'm glad I'm doing well! As for the description, I do tend to get carried away, just because it's probably my favourite part about writing, but I'll try to tone it down a little. Yeah, I always considered Darry over-protective, but it just seemed logical to me that Soda would feel the same way because of their close relationship. Maybe he just hides it better? Thanks!
seraphim9: So many questions, indeed! LOL! Thank you for the praise, I'm so glad you're enjoying the story! And I do apologise for the late chapters, but I tend to obsess over a chapter to try to make it as perfect as possible. *sheepish look* I'll do my best to update faster. Thanks!
Mr.Liz: Well, you definitely deserved the dedication! *faints from praise* Thank you, that's overwhelmingly great to hear! Have I ever told you how much I like your reviews? Because they rock! Chocolate? For me? Thank you!
Black_Cat03: Hmm, a fight scene? That might have potential.you'll just have to wait and see! Thanks so much for the review!
GirlMatthews: Yes, brotherly love is very important. I love the interactions with those three guys; those scenes practically write themselves! Thanks for the review!
Cappy: THANK YOU! That was such an awesome review! As long as you review, I'll keep writing!
Aslan: Oh, don't die, then you won't be able to read the chapter! Thanks so much for the review, it means a lot!
Savage Damsel: Ah, so sorry for the delay! I'd like to say that things are going to be cleared up soon, but we all know that these guys have a tendency to get into trouble, so sometimes what happens is even a surprise for me! Thanks for the review!
Dreams of Magic: Thanks so much for the suggestions - they're always welcome, and if one of your ideas comes into play later on, I'll be sure to give you credit! Thanks for the review!
My thanks also go out to redrose2310, cd, Capricorn, Amanda, Elsie, GerryGirl (thanks!), Lin3 (you can't have a heart attack, you won't be able to read the chapter!), CrazeLilDreamer, lilly (no offence taken), kaze-sui, Wanda and Joce! Thanks guys!
Chapter 6: Confusion and Jealousy
Dally strolled into the bar with even strides, his cocky demeanour concealing the inner conflict threatening to drive him out of his mind. He was at his wits end with the situation concerning Ponyboy; it should have by all rights been simple enough - he wanted Ponyboy, wanted to protect him, and he couldn't stand the sight of anyone else's hands on him - but it wasn't.
After all, Ponyboy was the baby of the gang, the one everyone wanted to protect; he was too young to be a real greaser, to have to deal with their day-to-day obstacles. Even Johnny, the gang's pet, felt the need, at least to a degree, to make sure nothing happened to him, recognised the urge to make sure Pony held on to his goodness and strove to make something of himself, to realise his potential. Even Johnny, lost puppy that he was, buried the bulk of vulnerability he felt in order to protect his best friend. Courageous, really. And that courage only made the rest of the gang more determined to watch out for the both of them, particularly with recent events.
But this desire, this hunger that Dally felt, seemed to contradict all those instincts. He wasn't supposed to ache with unfulfilled lust after a kiss, wasn't supposed to dream about ravishing the boy, running his hands along bared, creamy flesh previously untouched by anyone, and he most certainly wasn't supposed to feel jealous because Pony was being touched affectionately by Two-Bit, another friend. It was wrong, and he almost had a mind to tell Darry, just to get the beating he so deserved.
'Yeah, Dallas, that'd be bright. 'Sides, when did I start being so fuckin' noble. ' He thought to himself, rolling his eyes at his own stupidity and the newfound conscience.
"Just need to get laid is all." He mumbled, eyes locking with those of a scantily clad redhead across the room. Wolfish smile on his face, he followed her as she slipped into the Men's room with a saucy smile and suggestive smile.
Gripping the walls of the bathroom stall to keep his balance as his felt his pants being unzipped, he decided resolutely, 'Yeah, this is just what I need.'
But his heart wasn't convinced.
Ponyboy sighed, massaging his temples, hoping to fend off his growing headache. No success: the television was blaring, Two-Bit roaring with laughter, Steve and Soda wrestling noisily and over it all, Darry shouting at all of them to quiet down.
Ah, quiet. Darry had finally become angry enough with them it seemed, if the sudden lack of noise was any indication. He let his head fall back against the railing with a thud, and found his eyelids drooping as he admired the beauty of the long-dark night.
Dally had left over an hour ago, leaving a confused Ponyboy in his wake. His mystification had soured his mood to such an extent that he found himself avoiding any company. Johnny would be the natural exception, of course, save for the fact that he idolised Dally, and Ponyboy didn't want to put any sort of strain on their relationship. He wasn't sure he'd ever be forgiven if he did.
So he'd declined Johnny's offer to join him at the lot, and had simply sat on the steps of his front porch, content to let his confusion and shame simmer and stew, till it seemed as though his presence was overcast with rain clouds. The stars did their best to distract him; twinkling and flashing brightly, but even such a display could not bring a smile to his sombre countenance.
He just didn't understand. Why would a group of guys, Socs even, think it was their right to paw at him when they didn't even know his name? When they scorned him for being a greaser, though his station in life was hardly something he could control? Why should they have the power to make him feel dirty, like a piece of meat, when he hadn't even been kissed before, or. he sighed, weary. Useless questions, of course, but they circled around his mind endlessly, causing him to wish desperately that he could seek answers freely, fruitless though it might be. And those questions only led to further, more confusing questions, centring on a single person.
Dally. What did Dally think of him? Why had he left? He gasped suddenly in shame and horror. Did Dally think he was dirty. because of the Socs? Would Two-Bit think he was dirty too?
Well, maybe questions centring around two people.
He groaned deeply, close to tearing out his hair in frustration. He settled for running long fingers through the tangled auburn locks, pushing silky strands out of his eyes as he tried to keep back hot tears of dejection. Confusion and anger also played a large part in his state of emotional distress, and he almost felt like he was going to throw up if he didn't find some sort of means to vent his feelings. But he couldn't let himself cry; greasers didn't cry.
Of course, that seemed to be working out.
Ponyboy sighed as he heard the door open, restraining tears by force of will, and felt a heavy weight settle down next to him. A quick glance to his right confirmed his suspicions: Darry. Which was good, because, for all that Darry wanted to protect him, he wouldn't insist on a recounting of his troubles.
"Hey, Dar." He said quietly, not even able to pretend to be cheerful. His brother probably wouldn't have believed him anyway.
"Hey, Pony. Somethin' wrong, kiddo?"
Ponyboy tried his hardest to repress another sigh at his brother's concerned tone, as well as at his depressing thoughts, but it escaped him anyway. He seemed to be doing that a lot lately, sighing. A clear sign of melancholy; it practically screamed misery when combined with his strange behaviour, and both his brothers definitely would have noticed. Shame they were so perceptive, and too caring to let him drown in his own gloom.
'Damn.' He thought warily, his heart beating a little faster. 'They can't know. It's my fault anyway.'
"I'm fine, Darry." He protested weakly. "Really, there's nothin' wrong."
A sigh from his older brother, accompanied by a muscular arm slung around his shoulders. 'Maybe sighing is contagious', pondered Pony as he leant into the embrace, comforted by the silent reassurance his brother projected and the warmth of his body.
"Ponyboy," Darry began, "Soda and I have both noticed; you seem a little. shaky. since, since they." arms tightening, voice determinedly steady, "since they hurt you. Which is understandable, but we." a deep breath, voice trembling slightly, "we just want to help you, baby."
Green-grey irises widened at the emotion in the normally impassive voice, and all of a sudden Ponyboy felt overwhelmingly guilty for ever having had doubts about Darry's love for him, and selfish for never having considered the effect his attack might have had on his brothers. After all, they'd all lost their parents, and had to cling to whatever family they had left. Tears filled his eyes as he looked up at equally sad ice-blue orbs, and clutched his brother's body closer, attempting to convey comfort as well as take reassurance in the strength of his eldest sibling's strong arms.
"Oh, Dar, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I get myself into these messes, I'm sorry I don't think with my head, I'm sorry."
Ponyboy began to shake with the force of his emotion, his voice heavy with remorse. His tirade was cut off abruptly as he lost his battle with tears, choking them out as he lamented, tears coursing down smooth cheeks in rivulets. Pony dove further into his sibling's embrace, burrowing into the protective cove of the barrel chest as his slim form was racked with tremors. Darry looked upon the ginger head with sad eyes, feeling the urge to weep, a desire to ease some of the palpable sorrow.
"Baby, there's nothing to be sorry for." He protested gently. "You've done nothing wrong."
Ponyboy let the compassionate words wash over him like gentle rain, the soft way they were uttered striking him as genuine, and his heart lightened, though he felt more confused then ever. If he'd done nothing wrong, why had those Socs attacked him? Why had Dally run off like he had the fuzz on his tail?
But one question stuck out the most, monopolising his thoughts as Pony allowed Darry to calm him, and lead him back into the house, which was empty now except for Two-Bit.
Why had he run off, when Pony had wanted him to stay?
Dally exited the bar feeling considerably better than when he'd entered. Whoever said alcohol wasn't the answer to life's problems had certainly never tried it; Dally, courtesy of a few strong drinks, and a liberation of some. tension, was feeling more light-hearted than he had in days, weeks maybe. Light-hearted and light-headed, anyway.
Clutching the beer he'd taken for the road, Dally directed his stumbling feet towards the drive-in, relying on instinct to find another member of the gang. He sneaked in easily, and roamed around aimlessly, stopping periodically to harass a young Soc here and there.
'Nothing better.' He thought, chuckling to himself. Ice blue eyes scanned the crowd quickly, none too thoroughly, aware that the person he was looking for wouldn't be hard to spot were he there.
'Wonder where Two-Bit is,' he mused, 'that dumb greaser's usually here making a racket. Glory, where the hell is everyone?'
He made his way towards the seats in front of the concession stand, spotting something that made him freeze in his tracks. Anger and jealousy were about to rear their combined ugly heads, he knew, but made no attempt to quell the raging emotions.
So much for feeling mellow. But the thing to remember about liquor, and inebriation, is that emotions are magnified, so calm is lethargy, happiness is giddiness and anger is red-hot. And the package deal also comes with a little thing called mood swings.
Ponyboy sighed, unable to recall why he'd allowed Two-Bit to talk him into a drive-in of all things, when all he wanted was to go to sleep. No, wait, Darry had wanted him to sleep, but he had protested, fearing nightmares would return. However, the house had been too quiet, and he'd been about to scream or cry with the weight of the silence bearing down upon him, intensifying the emotions his overwrought brain was trying to process.
And then Two-Bit had jumped in with his brilliant suggestion, and surprisingly, Darry had conceded. It had sounded like a great idea at the time, a means to distract himself, but he was now beginning to question the sense in agreeing to accompany the older greaser, surrounded by imposing greasers and hoods, arrogant Socs, and indifferent middle-class folk.
He'd had to practically drag Two-Bit to their seats, so often did the rusty- haired greaser pause to ask for a phone number or to ogle some nameless blonde. Frankly, Ponyboy was ready to leave by the time they actually sat down, but they'd actually paid to get in this time, so he wasn't keen on wasting perfectly good money. Stifling a sigh, he pulled his jacket tighter around his body and tried to concentrate on the movie, aware on some level that his companion was staring at him. It didn't bother him at first, but those stormy eyes seemed to grow more and more focussed on him, the gaze near smouldering as Ponyboy fidgeted in his seat.
Wide eyes, bright green with annoyance, slid to meet sharp grey orbs, but before he could demand what the problem was, he found firm lips pressed against his, a slick tongue taking advantage of his already open mouth and diving into the moist cavern to map its interior. Neither greaser had closed his eyes, shocked emerald irises locked with passionate pewter- coloured ones, as the elder pulled the younger easily onto his lap, a large hand settling solidly on the small of Pony's back, the other caressing the smooth skin of his face and neck.
'Well, he's definitely a good kisser.' Was the only thought that came to mind, as Pony struggled to comprehend how he had ended up in this position, with Two-Bit groping him and sticking his tongue down his throat, if one put it in blunt terms.
Except it was more than that, because it felt so good. Two-Bit was seducing him, putting all his effort into making sure it was pleasurable, something in which he was immeasurably successful. The tanned hands running along his body were sure, but not rough, and the press of hips to his was teasing, sensual, and not forceful.
And the kiss, well the kiss was everything a kiss is supposed to be - heated and passionate, giving and taking in equal share. And while Ponyboy felt himself kissing back, opening and submitting, it wasn't with shame, because, the way that Two-Bit desperately clutched his body when it melted against the elder's solid form made it clear that his friend was accepting his surrender with joy, and not triumph.
Ponyboy found himself moaning, pressing closer to the muscular chest, and he delighted in the fact that he felt no fear, no shame and that Two-Bit wasn't pushing him away, even if it was just because he didn't know about the Socs, didn't know he was tainted like Dally did.
Dally.
Cursing, he pulled away slightly to look into slightly glazed grey eyes, and at Two-Bit's ear-splitting grin, he felt a hesitant smile spread across his face as well.
"Well, now that you two have pried yourselves apart, y'all might wanna and stay that way."
The silky, dangerous voice made Ponyboy's head jerk up, and, still breathing heavily from the kiss, he scrambled off Two-Bit's lap, watching the tow-headed greaser warily. Two-Bit, not in the least bit perturbed, stood up to his full height, cheeky smile ever-present and dark grey eyes glinting with humour.
"What's up, Dal? Shoot, I think you scared the life outta the kid."
His easy manner seemed to infuriate Dally, and Ponyboy found himself retreating even though the anger in those flashing orbs wasn't directed at him.
'Glory, what have I got myself into?' he groaned mentally.
"What the hell were ya doin', ya clown?" demanded Dally, spine rigid.
Two-Bit shrugged easily, tousling absentmindedly his rusty-coloured hair, before answering good-naturedly.
"I woulda thought that'd be pretty obvious, even for you, Dally."
Ponyboy flinched, acutely aware that the confrontation might eventually escalate to blows. Looking at Dally, he had a feeling that a fight wasn't far off, as it appeared as though Dally was having trouble keeping himself from lunging at Two-Bit now, which was strange, because, while Dallas was notorious for being dangerous, he usually had no trouble keeping his cool.
Uh oh, time for interference. Even Two-Bit seemed slightly flustered, and Dally had the look of someone on the brink of madness. Taking a deep breath, Pony tucked a stray lock of ginger silk behind an ear, and made to step between the two greasers, same height, but one lean as a hound and the other brawny and muscular, but a sudden shout stopped him.
"Hey, little greaser! Forget that filth and we'll show ya a good time!"
Turning cool eyes on the approaching Socs, he allowed a sneer to overcome his features, voice biting and spiteful as he responded.
"You're the filth - you just think you've hidden it with a cheap madras cover. No one's fooled, though, we can all see you're worthless."
Pony heard a bark of laughter from Dally, and a whistle of appreciation from Two-Bit, but didn't turn to face them, keeping his eyes on the same five Socs that had jumped him the day before, and that he'd seen earlier that afternoon. The leader, the blonde boy that had tried to rape him, had what would have been handsome features were they not twisted in such a malicious look as he gazed upon the slender body of the youngest greaser. Dark eyes traced the line of lean legs, to a trim waist, all the way up to meet hard granite-coloured eyes, with something near fond remembrance.
"Nah, we both know it's you greasers that are the problem here. You dirty anything you touch. You, though," a lascivious glance that had Ponyboy bristling, "you're a sweet little thing. Shame our time was cut short.you could always make it up to me."
Ponyboy heard a snarl behind him - Dally no doubt - but he concentrated on the Soc in front of him.
"Go fuck yourself, 'cause, trust me, that's the only way you're ever gonna get any. You're disgusting. Get outta here."
The Soc didn't even reply to Ponyboy's disgusted words, but held his eyes for a long moment, to make sure that his message was clear:
We're not done.
Responses to reviews
WuffieLuver: Well, I would have to agree that naughty can definitely be good, right? *winks* But exams are unconditionally bad, so if I helped distract you, fantastic!
LadyJessy: Another update! Finally! I'm so slow, aren't I? Dally's reaction is explained in this chapter (sorry if he's a little OOC, but I'm doing my best). Yeah, I always pictured Dally as the jealous type, and Two- Bit seems like just the kind of guy that would test him like that, and it's definitely going to get spicier! Thank you so much for always reviewing, I always look forward to your feedback!
Silent Dirge: Well, when I read the book, there seemed to be definite chemistry between Pony and Dally (could have been my imagination, of course), and experimentation is always good, right? Especially since I haven't seen another fic with this pairing. You envy me? *blushes* That's such a compliment, because I love your stuff, especially the Steve/Pony stories! But yeah, isn't Tashue great? THANKS SO MUCH FOR YOUR REVIEW!
killslay: First of all, I'd like to thank you profusely for your constant opinions; I love hearing from you! Thank you so much for the compliments! Yeah, I think that the theme of the Outsiders is definitely something you have to take into account when writing fics about it, so I'm glad I'm doing well! As for the description, I do tend to get carried away, just because it's probably my favourite part about writing, but I'll try to tone it down a little. Yeah, I always considered Darry over-protective, but it just seemed logical to me that Soda would feel the same way because of their close relationship. Maybe he just hides it better? Thanks!
seraphim9: So many questions, indeed! LOL! Thank you for the praise, I'm so glad you're enjoying the story! And I do apologise for the late chapters, but I tend to obsess over a chapter to try to make it as perfect as possible. *sheepish look* I'll do my best to update faster. Thanks!
Mr.Liz: Well, you definitely deserved the dedication! *faints from praise* Thank you, that's overwhelmingly great to hear! Have I ever told you how much I like your reviews? Because they rock! Chocolate? For me? Thank you!
Black_Cat03: Hmm, a fight scene? That might have potential.you'll just have to wait and see! Thanks so much for the review!
GirlMatthews: Yes, brotherly love is very important. I love the interactions with those three guys; those scenes practically write themselves! Thanks for the review!
Cappy: THANK YOU! That was such an awesome review! As long as you review, I'll keep writing!
Aslan: Oh, don't die, then you won't be able to read the chapter! Thanks so much for the review, it means a lot!
Savage Damsel: Ah, so sorry for the delay! I'd like to say that things are going to be cleared up soon, but we all know that these guys have a tendency to get into trouble, so sometimes what happens is even a surprise for me! Thanks for the review!
Dreams of Magic: Thanks so much for the suggestions - they're always welcome, and if one of your ideas comes into play later on, I'll be sure to give you credit! Thanks for the review!
My thanks also go out to redrose2310, cd, Capricorn, Amanda, Elsie, GerryGirl (thanks!), Lin3 (you can't have a heart attack, you won't be able to read the chapter!), CrazeLilDreamer, lilly (no offence taken), kaze-sui, Wanda and Joce! Thanks guys!
Chapter 6: Confusion and Jealousy
Dally strolled into the bar with even strides, his cocky demeanour concealing the inner conflict threatening to drive him out of his mind. He was at his wits end with the situation concerning Ponyboy; it should have by all rights been simple enough - he wanted Ponyboy, wanted to protect him, and he couldn't stand the sight of anyone else's hands on him - but it wasn't.
After all, Ponyboy was the baby of the gang, the one everyone wanted to protect; he was too young to be a real greaser, to have to deal with their day-to-day obstacles. Even Johnny, the gang's pet, felt the need, at least to a degree, to make sure nothing happened to him, recognised the urge to make sure Pony held on to his goodness and strove to make something of himself, to realise his potential. Even Johnny, lost puppy that he was, buried the bulk of vulnerability he felt in order to protect his best friend. Courageous, really. And that courage only made the rest of the gang more determined to watch out for the both of them, particularly with recent events.
But this desire, this hunger that Dally felt, seemed to contradict all those instincts. He wasn't supposed to ache with unfulfilled lust after a kiss, wasn't supposed to dream about ravishing the boy, running his hands along bared, creamy flesh previously untouched by anyone, and he most certainly wasn't supposed to feel jealous because Pony was being touched affectionately by Two-Bit, another friend. It was wrong, and he almost had a mind to tell Darry, just to get the beating he so deserved.
'Yeah, Dallas, that'd be bright. 'Sides, when did I start being so fuckin' noble. ' He thought to himself, rolling his eyes at his own stupidity and the newfound conscience.
"Just need to get laid is all." He mumbled, eyes locking with those of a scantily clad redhead across the room. Wolfish smile on his face, he followed her as she slipped into the Men's room with a saucy smile and suggestive smile.
Gripping the walls of the bathroom stall to keep his balance as his felt his pants being unzipped, he decided resolutely, 'Yeah, this is just what I need.'
But his heart wasn't convinced.
Ponyboy sighed, massaging his temples, hoping to fend off his growing headache. No success: the television was blaring, Two-Bit roaring with laughter, Steve and Soda wrestling noisily and over it all, Darry shouting at all of them to quiet down.
Ah, quiet. Darry had finally become angry enough with them it seemed, if the sudden lack of noise was any indication. He let his head fall back against the railing with a thud, and found his eyelids drooping as he admired the beauty of the long-dark night.
Dally had left over an hour ago, leaving a confused Ponyboy in his wake. His mystification had soured his mood to such an extent that he found himself avoiding any company. Johnny would be the natural exception, of course, save for the fact that he idolised Dally, and Ponyboy didn't want to put any sort of strain on their relationship. He wasn't sure he'd ever be forgiven if he did.
So he'd declined Johnny's offer to join him at the lot, and had simply sat on the steps of his front porch, content to let his confusion and shame simmer and stew, till it seemed as though his presence was overcast with rain clouds. The stars did their best to distract him; twinkling and flashing brightly, but even such a display could not bring a smile to his sombre countenance.
He just didn't understand. Why would a group of guys, Socs even, think it was their right to paw at him when they didn't even know his name? When they scorned him for being a greaser, though his station in life was hardly something he could control? Why should they have the power to make him feel dirty, like a piece of meat, when he hadn't even been kissed before, or. he sighed, weary. Useless questions, of course, but they circled around his mind endlessly, causing him to wish desperately that he could seek answers freely, fruitless though it might be. And those questions only led to further, more confusing questions, centring on a single person.
Dally. What did Dally think of him? Why had he left? He gasped suddenly in shame and horror. Did Dally think he was dirty. because of the Socs? Would Two-Bit think he was dirty too?
Well, maybe questions centring around two people.
He groaned deeply, close to tearing out his hair in frustration. He settled for running long fingers through the tangled auburn locks, pushing silky strands out of his eyes as he tried to keep back hot tears of dejection. Confusion and anger also played a large part in his state of emotional distress, and he almost felt like he was going to throw up if he didn't find some sort of means to vent his feelings. But he couldn't let himself cry; greasers didn't cry.
Of course, that seemed to be working out.
Ponyboy sighed as he heard the door open, restraining tears by force of will, and felt a heavy weight settle down next to him. A quick glance to his right confirmed his suspicions: Darry. Which was good, because, for all that Darry wanted to protect him, he wouldn't insist on a recounting of his troubles.
"Hey, Dar." He said quietly, not even able to pretend to be cheerful. His brother probably wouldn't have believed him anyway.
"Hey, Pony. Somethin' wrong, kiddo?"
Ponyboy tried his hardest to repress another sigh at his brother's concerned tone, as well as at his depressing thoughts, but it escaped him anyway. He seemed to be doing that a lot lately, sighing. A clear sign of melancholy; it practically screamed misery when combined with his strange behaviour, and both his brothers definitely would have noticed. Shame they were so perceptive, and too caring to let him drown in his own gloom.
'Damn.' He thought warily, his heart beating a little faster. 'They can't know. It's my fault anyway.'
"I'm fine, Darry." He protested weakly. "Really, there's nothin' wrong."
A sigh from his older brother, accompanied by a muscular arm slung around his shoulders. 'Maybe sighing is contagious', pondered Pony as he leant into the embrace, comforted by the silent reassurance his brother projected and the warmth of his body.
"Ponyboy," Darry began, "Soda and I have both noticed; you seem a little. shaky. since, since they." arms tightening, voice determinedly steady, "since they hurt you. Which is understandable, but we." a deep breath, voice trembling slightly, "we just want to help you, baby."
Green-grey irises widened at the emotion in the normally impassive voice, and all of a sudden Ponyboy felt overwhelmingly guilty for ever having had doubts about Darry's love for him, and selfish for never having considered the effect his attack might have had on his brothers. After all, they'd all lost their parents, and had to cling to whatever family they had left. Tears filled his eyes as he looked up at equally sad ice-blue orbs, and clutched his brother's body closer, attempting to convey comfort as well as take reassurance in the strength of his eldest sibling's strong arms.
"Oh, Dar, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I get myself into these messes, I'm sorry I don't think with my head, I'm sorry."
Ponyboy began to shake with the force of his emotion, his voice heavy with remorse. His tirade was cut off abruptly as he lost his battle with tears, choking them out as he lamented, tears coursing down smooth cheeks in rivulets. Pony dove further into his sibling's embrace, burrowing into the protective cove of the barrel chest as his slim form was racked with tremors. Darry looked upon the ginger head with sad eyes, feeling the urge to weep, a desire to ease some of the palpable sorrow.
"Baby, there's nothing to be sorry for." He protested gently. "You've done nothing wrong."
Ponyboy let the compassionate words wash over him like gentle rain, the soft way they were uttered striking him as genuine, and his heart lightened, though he felt more confused then ever. If he'd done nothing wrong, why had those Socs attacked him? Why had Dally run off like he had the fuzz on his tail?
But one question stuck out the most, monopolising his thoughts as Pony allowed Darry to calm him, and lead him back into the house, which was empty now except for Two-Bit.
Why had he run off, when Pony had wanted him to stay?
Dally exited the bar feeling considerably better than when he'd entered. Whoever said alcohol wasn't the answer to life's problems had certainly never tried it; Dally, courtesy of a few strong drinks, and a liberation of some. tension, was feeling more light-hearted than he had in days, weeks maybe. Light-hearted and light-headed, anyway.
Clutching the beer he'd taken for the road, Dally directed his stumbling feet towards the drive-in, relying on instinct to find another member of the gang. He sneaked in easily, and roamed around aimlessly, stopping periodically to harass a young Soc here and there.
'Nothing better.' He thought, chuckling to himself. Ice blue eyes scanned the crowd quickly, none too thoroughly, aware that the person he was looking for wouldn't be hard to spot were he there.
'Wonder where Two-Bit is,' he mused, 'that dumb greaser's usually here making a racket. Glory, where the hell is everyone?'
He made his way towards the seats in front of the concession stand, spotting something that made him freeze in his tracks. Anger and jealousy were about to rear their combined ugly heads, he knew, but made no attempt to quell the raging emotions.
So much for feeling mellow. But the thing to remember about liquor, and inebriation, is that emotions are magnified, so calm is lethargy, happiness is giddiness and anger is red-hot. And the package deal also comes with a little thing called mood swings.
Ponyboy sighed, unable to recall why he'd allowed Two-Bit to talk him into a drive-in of all things, when all he wanted was to go to sleep. No, wait, Darry had wanted him to sleep, but he had protested, fearing nightmares would return. However, the house had been too quiet, and he'd been about to scream or cry with the weight of the silence bearing down upon him, intensifying the emotions his overwrought brain was trying to process.
And then Two-Bit had jumped in with his brilliant suggestion, and surprisingly, Darry had conceded. It had sounded like a great idea at the time, a means to distract himself, but he was now beginning to question the sense in agreeing to accompany the older greaser, surrounded by imposing greasers and hoods, arrogant Socs, and indifferent middle-class folk.
He'd had to practically drag Two-Bit to their seats, so often did the rusty- haired greaser pause to ask for a phone number or to ogle some nameless blonde. Frankly, Ponyboy was ready to leave by the time they actually sat down, but they'd actually paid to get in this time, so he wasn't keen on wasting perfectly good money. Stifling a sigh, he pulled his jacket tighter around his body and tried to concentrate on the movie, aware on some level that his companion was staring at him. It didn't bother him at first, but those stormy eyes seemed to grow more and more focussed on him, the gaze near smouldering as Ponyboy fidgeted in his seat.
Wide eyes, bright green with annoyance, slid to meet sharp grey orbs, but before he could demand what the problem was, he found firm lips pressed against his, a slick tongue taking advantage of his already open mouth and diving into the moist cavern to map its interior. Neither greaser had closed his eyes, shocked emerald irises locked with passionate pewter- coloured ones, as the elder pulled the younger easily onto his lap, a large hand settling solidly on the small of Pony's back, the other caressing the smooth skin of his face and neck.
'Well, he's definitely a good kisser.' Was the only thought that came to mind, as Pony struggled to comprehend how he had ended up in this position, with Two-Bit groping him and sticking his tongue down his throat, if one put it in blunt terms.
Except it was more than that, because it felt so good. Two-Bit was seducing him, putting all his effort into making sure it was pleasurable, something in which he was immeasurably successful. The tanned hands running along his body were sure, but not rough, and the press of hips to his was teasing, sensual, and not forceful.
And the kiss, well the kiss was everything a kiss is supposed to be - heated and passionate, giving and taking in equal share. And while Ponyboy felt himself kissing back, opening and submitting, it wasn't with shame, because, the way that Two-Bit desperately clutched his body when it melted against the elder's solid form made it clear that his friend was accepting his surrender with joy, and not triumph.
Ponyboy found himself moaning, pressing closer to the muscular chest, and he delighted in the fact that he felt no fear, no shame and that Two-Bit wasn't pushing him away, even if it was just because he didn't know about the Socs, didn't know he was tainted like Dally did.
Dally.
Cursing, he pulled away slightly to look into slightly glazed grey eyes, and at Two-Bit's ear-splitting grin, he felt a hesitant smile spread across his face as well.
"Well, now that you two have pried yourselves apart, y'all might wanna and stay that way."
The silky, dangerous voice made Ponyboy's head jerk up, and, still breathing heavily from the kiss, he scrambled off Two-Bit's lap, watching the tow-headed greaser warily. Two-Bit, not in the least bit perturbed, stood up to his full height, cheeky smile ever-present and dark grey eyes glinting with humour.
"What's up, Dal? Shoot, I think you scared the life outta the kid."
His easy manner seemed to infuriate Dally, and Ponyboy found himself retreating even though the anger in those flashing orbs wasn't directed at him.
'Glory, what have I got myself into?' he groaned mentally.
"What the hell were ya doin', ya clown?" demanded Dally, spine rigid.
Two-Bit shrugged easily, tousling absentmindedly his rusty-coloured hair, before answering good-naturedly.
"I woulda thought that'd be pretty obvious, even for you, Dally."
Ponyboy flinched, acutely aware that the confrontation might eventually escalate to blows. Looking at Dally, he had a feeling that a fight wasn't far off, as it appeared as though Dally was having trouble keeping himself from lunging at Two-Bit now, which was strange, because, while Dallas was notorious for being dangerous, he usually had no trouble keeping his cool.
Uh oh, time for interference. Even Two-Bit seemed slightly flustered, and Dally had the look of someone on the brink of madness. Taking a deep breath, Pony tucked a stray lock of ginger silk behind an ear, and made to step between the two greasers, same height, but one lean as a hound and the other brawny and muscular, but a sudden shout stopped him.
"Hey, little greaser! Forget that filth and we'll show ya a good time!"
Turning cool eyes on the approaching Socs, he allowed a sneer to overcome his features, voice biting and spiteful as he responded.
"You're the filth - you just think you've hidden it with a cheap madras cover. No one's fooled, though, we can all see you're worthless."
Pony heard a bark of laughter from Dally, and a whistle of appreciation from Two-Bit, but didn't turn to face them, keeping his eyes on the same five Socs that had jumped him the day before, and that he'd seen earlier that afternoon. The leader, the blonde boy that had tried to rape him, had what would have been handsome features were they not twisted in such a malicious look as he gazed upon the slender body of the youngest greaser. Dark eyes traced the line of lean legs, to a trim waist, all the way up to meet hard granite-coloured eyes, with something near fond remembrance.
"Nah, we both know it's you greasers that are the problem here. You dirty anything you touch. You, though," a lascivious glance that had Ponyboy bristling, "you're a sweet little thing. Shame our time was cut short.you could always make it up to me."
Ponyboy heard a snarl behind him - Dally no doubt - but he concentrated on the Soc in front of him.
"Go fuck yourself, 'cause, trust me, that's the only way you're ever gonna get any. You're disgusting. Get outta here."
The Soc didn't even reply to Ponyboy's disgusted words, but held his eyes for a long moment, to make sure that his message was clear:
We're not done.