Sorry took me so long to update again. I tried my best with this chapter. Hopefully it's much better than my first attempt at slashiness. Oh well, here's another shot at it.

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I dropped my bag onto the ground next to the door. Ponyboy was already making his way towards the desk in the lounge.

The desk was brown and old but it was still in fairly good condition. It was against the wall, next to the entryway to the kitchen.

I knelt down to my bag to get out my books for this English project thing.

Ponyboy sat at the desk and got out his pencil case and a notebook.

He looked over his shoulder at me and asked, "when's this gotta be handed in?"

"Soon I guess," I shrugged. My attitude of not caring for school began to come through again. But I promised myself this year I would really try hard. Although I've missed so many days, and never do the work, but I give it a go.

But this time I really had to try hard to get this done.

Ponyboy opened up his notebook and looked through some of my notes and the sheet on what I was meant to be doing in this project.

He seemed familiar with it as if it weren't too challenging. But when I looked at it all I saw was blah blah blah. Thank god he was here to understand it!

"Do you understand it?" Ponyboy asked me.

I shook my head.

He smiled, "I'll explain it then."

He began to go over the aim of the project slowly and simply so that even I could understand it. Then he traced his fingers down each question slowly. He also didn't seem to mind when I asked him to explain it again.

That's what I loved especially about him.

All my teachers gave up all hope on me and just thought I was dumb. But Pony actually took time to explain things clearly. He never thought I was stupid.

Every now and then our hands would accidentally touch.

But soon we upgraded to obviously not accidental. Our hands would brush against each others every chance we got.

And every time they did touch we would sometimes ignore it, smile and then look the other way or laugh a little about the awkwardness.

Then I felt Pony's foot kick mine a little.

I looked at him confused, and he just looked at me and smiled, then began to chew on his pen. He looked back down at our not so progressing work.

I gave him a slight kick back to return the favour.

He did it back, without looking at me, but a little harder.

I stared at him chewing on his pen. I loved the look of his lips around it, the pen twirling in his mouth or his teeth grinding against it.

This time instead of a kick I felt his shoeless foot begin to run up and down my ankle.

I held in my breath and looked at him again.

Now he looked at me innocently, twirling the pen between his lips.

He smiled as I felt his foot begin to run up my pants and further up my leg.

I gulped and felt my stomach tighten.

"What are you thinking about?" Ponyboy asked, bringing his foot back down and away from me.

Was he teasing me? Cause it was torture!

"Nothing..." I didn't exactly want to tell him that I was trying to picture him naked.

He looked back down at our work, with a playful smile on his lips, as he began to chew on his pen again.

I couldn't understand this anymore. Was he messing with me? But Ponyboy isn't the type to toy with someone's emotions. Maybe he regretted for regretting...if that makes sense. Maybe he does want me. Maybe yesterday wasn't a mistake.

I wanted to take advantage of his change of heart in us, and I also wanted to test how far he was willing to go.

I placed a nervous hand on his thigh under the desk.

I listened closely in case he had stopped breathing because he tensed up.

But then he relaxed again, slouching, and continued reading through the notes, still chewing on that pen.

He didn't seem to mind so I took another risk and began to move my hand up and down his thigh, each time getting up further.

He was now chewing on his pen harder than before.

I inched my hand as close as I could to his crotch, watching his reaction as my hand slid closer and closer, watching him chew harder and harder on that pen.

Then I found his fly, and I unzipped it quickly it one swift movement...that's when his pen broke.

I let go of his fly and took his pen out his mouth.

Before I could kiss him, he grabbed my shoulders and kissed me!

I broke away from the kiss shocked. He smiled and turned his head. He took the broken pieces from the pen out of his mouth and then pushed me.

I fell off the chair. I was surprised he was being so dominant like this.

I moved backwards away from the chair, on my back, up on my elbows.

Ponyboy climbed down to the ground and got on top of me, kissing me feverishly.

I opened my mouth to let his tongue go inside, while his hands roamed down to my pants.

My arms were losing their balance and beginning to hurt when he sat up and straddled my knees as he unzipped my jeans, and tugged them down.

I fell on my back with a thud when my elbows gave weigh.

Ponyboy chuckled, and leant over me again and kissed my lips quickly.

I then began to tug down my boxers, not caring whether he had my consent or not.

I couldn't believe he was acting like this when it was only a few hours ago he was totally against it.

I could see the hickey I gave him now revealed.

I took his jacket off, but couldn't finish, when I felt his hands touch my dick. I squeezed my eyes shut and moaned loudly to the wild sensation.

It was great when I did it myself you know? But no one besides me has ever done it to me before. And it was incredible.

I loved the feel of someone else's hand, stroking me up and down, getting me harder and burning with a heat that kept rising.

I opened my eyes to look at him. I was burning up and I could feel my cheeks turn pink. The sensation was building up, piling upon the ecstasy of it.

I moaned again and again. Every now and then moaning inside Ponyboy's mouth as he reached over for another deepened kiss. But he would always break away from the kiss to continue concentrating on what he was doing.

I felt like I would explode and I moaned loudly, gripping the dirty stained carpet beneath me, moaning Pony's name.

Then the wave of pleasure washed over me and I sighed happily, relaxing again.

Ponyboy grinned.

I noticed he wasn't wearing his jacket anymore or his t-shirt. He must of got hot. He sure looked sexy like that.

I was still panting and still felt hot.

Ponyboy got off me.

I kicked my jeans off and pulled my boxers back up. It was too hot for jeans now, and besides they would just feel tight against me right now.

He layed beside me on his side and put his arm around me, kissing my shoulder.

I was glad my parents weren't home and probably won't be for a few hours.

I layed on my side also once I felt my body again from the writhing pleasure, and began to tug down his jeans, it was his turn now.

He grinned and layed on his back.

I got up and took his boxers off, throwing them away.

He licked his lips, still grinning playfully.

He had a mischievous glint in his eyes and I knew what he wanted.

He was hard already, probably with eagerness.

I smiled at him, before taking him inside my mouth.

I felt his hands go through my hair and he gripped when I began to lick the tip while inside my mouth.

I couldn't believe I was doing this to Ponyboy. My bestfriend. The guy I practically grew up with! And here I was now, lying with him on my lounge floor, giving him a blowjob!

It didn't take long before he came and I sat up, and swallowed it, though it tasted horrible.

Ponyboy relaxed and sighed happily. I smiled too. He looked so peaceful and calm. And when I saw him have that orgasm, I did it to him. I was the one who made him moan. I was the one who made him feel happy afterwards like this.

I kissed Ponyboy's lips one more time. But not lustfully like the others. This was different. It was simply nice.

But then I heard the screech of my dad's car brakes slam into the drive-way.

Oh god no!

Mine and Ponyboy's jaws dropped.

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I don't think this was any good, but if people tell me they liked it I'll update it, otherwise I won't cause I plan on doing more slash, and if nobody likes it then there's no point goin' on.