Author's Notes: As I have promised, this is a slashy chapter and from here on out it should have some slash unless something made me do a complete chapter (hopefully not) without it. If that is possible, I'm sure I will come up or have a very good excuse for it, though there almost is none. But anyway, before an angry mob forms from me have too long of a note and not enough with the slash I best end it now. Enjoy your boy on boy action!
P.S. POVs will change often once again. Just to let you know & be aware. Please Review and R&R!
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Chapter 3: My Love Can't Wait
Sweetheart's POV:
I knew it wasn't too good of an idea to let Two-bit come home with us, I was very questionable about those two being together anyway. It was a bit obvious that Two-Bit was very interested in Wolfy, the way they looked into each other's eyes, the way Two-Bit touched Wolfy's face. He didn't want to have sex with him was he would a cheap girl, but he treated Wolfy as though he was a treasure made of gold. Very delicate with him, very caring, and oh so considerate. From what I heard, Two-Bit was like that with nobody, not even his girl, if he was to have one for a day or two. We arrived at the house, Rocco turned off the engine and Wolfy let Two-Bit and I out from the back seat. I see that Two-Bit was getting more comfortable around Wolfy, because he had placed a hand on his waist and pulled him close to him. Wolfy blushed a bit, and then smiled at Two-Bit. Funny how much the height differences were, Two-Bit must like them tall. My lips made a small smile, I was really happy for Wolfy, but at the same time I felt as though there was no one good enough for me. Dally was the only loser to hit on me and he's just too into himself. Soda really likes me; I can tell by how always gets so happy when I come into the room. But he just doesn't seem the kind of guy for me, even though he does have all the qualities I've been searching for. It's just something about him that sort of keeps me away, I'm sure I like him but…He just seems like he wouldn't want to let me go. But why would I want to leave? I need to clear my head, but I also need to talk to Soda. I closed the car door, I felt as though I had made myself depressed. And I think I did, because Rocco looked at me worriedly. "Sweetheart, you okay?" He asked with concern. I knew I could tell him, but it seemed silly that I would have a hole in my heart when I had a face and body that could attract any guy. Even a Soc if a I played my cards right.
"Hmm? Oh, I'm fine. Just a heartache," I said with a weak smile. I tried to look like I was kidding, but that plastic smile wouldn't leave my face. Rocco frowned and had us all go inside. Rocco turned on the lights, revealing our living room, and to one wall was a black couch that looked a few years old, but it was still pretty good condition. We bought it at a yard sale and could never let go of it. There was a tall oak grandfather clock; it was new looking since it used to be our grandfather's and he never let anyone touch it. There was a television on a oak nightstand across from the couch; it was the only expensive thing in the whole house because it was color. A small radio sat on top of it, it was also made of oak. There was hardly anything in our home that wasn't made of that poor oak tree. The kitchen was to the right, and further down was the dinning room, which also lead to the hallway where our rooms were and the bathroom. There was also a walkway that leads to the hallway, so it was faster to get to bed unnoticed. It was pretty nice house, it's just that it was in a bad neighbor hood; perhaps that's why the military gave it to us. I threw myself on the couch; it made a groan as though it was alive. Rocco sat next to me, he had something to tell me, and perhaps that's why he was turned towards me.
"Sweetheart, why do you think you need a man in your life? Men are mean and nasty, cruel, gross, monstrous…" I knew he was going to carry on continuously about Daddy. How annoying. "But anyway, to the point. Baby-Doll, you can't hurry love, you'll just have to wait like everyone else. I haven't found love, and I'm five years older than you. You're just gonna have to wait, but with a face like that, you shouldn't have to. Boys should be rushing all over you, but they won't because they're too shy of that gorgeous face. You have to understand, not all guys are like Dally and thank God for it, but not all of them are like me. It'd be nice, but love is very similar to fishing, with what you put as bait will attract a very specific type of fish. But since you've only got qualities that girls could dream for, you're putting out a small fish as bait, which taste a hell of a lot better than some worm. If that made any sense, then consider it," Rocco said as he re-thought what just came out of his mouth. It did make sense actually, but I'm not as patient as he likes to think.
"Rocco, I do understand that, but I want a boyfriend so bad. How much more can I take before loneliness makes my heart break? Now I can't stand to live my life alone, I grow impatient for a lover. You have to understand, I feel that I can't go on sometimes. That there isn't a reason to get up in the morning," I said, he looked at me as though I was crazy. "Rocco, I don't want to wait until I'm old, I don't want to wait at all!" At this point even I knew I was whining, and God did I hate it.
"Now don't be stupid, there are plenty of reasons to get up in the morning! And I ain't old! Now stop your crying, I'm sure Soda is perfect for you. He's what you've been looking for this whole time, so why not have him? He's plenty interested in you, I can see it in his eyes, and he's a real gentleman," Rocco said as he put and arm around me to attempt comfort. It helped a bit, but not by much. Plus I was going out on a date with Soda tomorrow anyway because he got Rocco his job. Perhaps, I may like what I see.
Wolfy's POV:
I heard my sister complain about how she has no one to love her, though she should just be glad Soda's got enough courage to attempt to be as close as he is to her. I turned my attention to Two-Bit, he was small compared to me, but I didn't care. He was exactly what the doctor ordered, he was funny, kind, polite, and a real gentleman. He placed a second hand on my waist, he slid them up and down my sides; it tickled a lot, so I just had to giggle. He smiled, he knew exactly where to get me now. "How's about I give you the grand tour? Only a penny," I said as I looked into his eyes. They were so peaceful, and they made me feel so welcomed, and gave me such comfort. Two-Bit gave me a penny as I requested and I showed him what I could of the house. The kitchen, the dinning room, the living room and last stop, my room. The bed had black metal frame, my mattress was real soft, almost like clouds. The sheet and covers were cream with red stripes. There was a window right above it, usually I could see the sunset outside of it when nothing's blocking the view. That's how I liked it, Two-Bit like it too. I sat down on the bed, and invited him to sit next to me, he took that invitation within a heartbeat.
He leaned on my shoulder, his hand took mine. He then turned his head, his chin rested on my shoulder, looking at my eyes. His eyes were so beautiful, I suppose it was true, your eyes are the windows to your soul. We gazed at each other for a few minutes, smiles came across our faces. He lifted his head off my shoulder, leaned forward, closed his eyes and kissed me on the lips softly. It felt right unlike the time I had kissed Dally, which was just degusting. But this, it was pure, it was lovely and it felt wonderful. He pulled away from me, and helped me remove my jacket, saying to me softly, "You must be hot with this heavy thing, and it is a bit warm in here." He slipped the jacket off my left arm, and tossed it across the room. Softly, he pushed me on my back, and fell with his touch. He was on top of me, his lips met mine again, and fireworks went off in my mind. He then kissed my cheeks, my chin, and made a trail of kisses down to the right side my neck.
He nibbled lightly, I knew what he was going to do. But I didn't want Rocco to know, he would kill me. "No, Two-Bit, don't. I don't want Rocco to know, please don't," I said a bit worried. He did as I asked, he came away from my neck and instead blew in my ear. The sensation flew threw my whole body, my breathing had changed, he noticed and so did I. Two-Bit came away from my ear and kissed my lips again.
"Nervous or just excited?" He asked, love was in his eyes, it must have been in mine too because he slid a hand down to my hip. I replied in almost a whisper that I was a little of both and he smiled. He took his hand away from my hip and rose it to my waist. He pulled my shirt over my chest, I felt his rough hand run freely on my dark skin. Two-Bit made another road of kissing run down the center of my chest, going to my bellybutton. He licked it and then put his tongue inside it, my back stiffened, for some odd reason it felt good. Two-Bit smirked, followed up to my chest and with his hand played with one nipple, and used his tongue to play with the other one. I began to breath heavily, it sent the wildest yet pleasurable sensation through me that made it feel amazing. I had to be a bright red or pink, because my face felt hot. Then Two-Bit pulled down my shirt, looked at me he smiled. "You're real cute when you're red. But then again, you're a looker all the time. Have you ever French kissed before?" I shook my head no, I dared not make a sound. "Well then, this will be quite the experience. It's easy, I'll put my tongue in your mouth, and we sort of massage each other's tongues. You'll know what I mean when I do it," Two-Bit said as he awaited my okay, and I gave it to him. Everything he did was based on my decision, and God he could read me like a book. He kissed me again, but he opened my mouth with his tongue. It was the most wonderful yet weirdest way to kiss, our tongues played with each other's he wanted to know every inch inside my mouth, as I wanted the same information from him. Two-bit pulled away, he took my tongue with him. As soon he let go of my tongue, I put it back in my mouth. "Wolfy, I think I love you," The words we both wanted to say, the words that I was afraid of. "There's just something about that's so different from the world, and I love it. I love you Wolfy, I want you to be mine, and mine only. Please won't you tell me so?" He said with pleading eyes.
I didn't tell him because he asked me too, I told him because I felt it was true. "I love you Two-Bit, I'll be yours until the end of time, I'm yours only. Oh Two-Bit, never leave me, please, never do," I pleaded. I think I was feeling insecure, but he agreed he wouldn't. And I believed him, I had no reason not to. I had just made him the happiest man in the world, and he had made me the same. He kissed me again, we were there for a long while kissing until there was a loud pound on the door.
"Open this door! Wolfy you better have a good excuse for this!" It was Rocco and he didn't sound too happy. Quickly Two-bit jumped off the bed, and I hurriedly tried to fix myself to make it look like we were just talking. I tucked in my shirt, and ran a comb through my hair, a pink glow was still on my face, and my breathing was still heavier than it should be, but I tried to make everything seem normal.
Rocco's POV:
'What the F?' I thought to myself, Wolfy had no reason to shut the door unless he was dressing, but he shouldn't have to at this time. Unless something was going on that shouldn't be. "I'll break it down, and you know I will!" I yelled again, the door flew open; Wolfy had a nervous expression on his magenta face. Wait, magenta? His face was never that pink, only a dark tanned color like my own… Oh God he better not have. I saw Two-Bit on the floor across from the bed, looking at a magazine backwards. "Now what exactly were you doing that made you so rosy? And Two-Bit, are you trying to teach yourself to read for a second time or do you like backwards sentences?" Wolfy's eyes got big when I asked him about being flushed.
"Oh we were just uh…" It seemed hard for him to tell me what happened. "We were just foolin' around," I looked at him oddly; I questioned what he was implying. His face went from calm to panic, "Oh God! I mean, we were just practicing for…wrestling! That's right because Two-Bit and I want to join the team, and so we need to be in shape and learn those nifty moves they do so well," Now I would never call my brother a lair, unless it was very obvious like now. I looked at him a little annoyed and crossed my arms, he knew that he couldn't win. But I wanted to torture him, making him a little crazed before I gave my final answer if I believed him or not. That always killed him. I didn't reply, but instead walked away leaving him to question me worried about what I know, what'll say, or what I'll do. I returned to Sweetheart on the couch, I was suppose to get her black leather jacket, she wanted to put some studs in it for some strange reason.
She looked at me as though expecting me to throw it at her, but I didn't which made her look at me funny. "Well where is it?" She asked, she crossed her legs to show she wasn't too happy that I didn't bring it and she was growing impatient.
"Why not ask lover boy?" I teased, she got up from the couch and walked to his room. A few minutes later she returned with her leather jacket and hit me in the arm for not doing what she asked. "Well, anything unusual about your baby brother?"
"No, the only thing that's unusual about him is that he's reading right now. When does he do that? Only Two-Bit can make him read," She said with a smile. She tried to put in the studs, but I could tell she was getting aggravated because they weren't doing what she wanted. She pulled them out and then threw her jacket across the room. "Oh, forget that dumb thing! Oh, by the way, a couple of Soc girls want to know where you live and work. Of course, I gave them the standard answer. Funny to hear those words from a Soc though isn't it? I thought only Greasy girls were interested in you, but I guess I was wrong. I guess that makes you a honey to attract any bee," That expression was a new one. But what was newer was the news of the Soc girls.
"They must want a good time, them boys are as exciting as I am I suppose," I bragged. I hated the Socs, but I had to rub it in her nose. After all, I didn't hear her attracting any Soc boys.
"Oh shut your face! I don't need this from you or anyone else! After all, I'm far above those losers!" She said as she stuck up her nose, making fun of those two Soc girls.
"You know that's probably what they're saying about us. Well Sweets, it's getting late and you need to get to bed. After all, you have a date with Sodapop tomorrow," I shooed her to her room. She tried to resist, but of course that never worked. I was 1 foot and 6 inches taller and I was obviously a hell of a lot heavier. Mostly muscle mass of course, with the weight of my bones. After she shut her door, I walked to Wolfy's room, I threw a two blankets and a pillow to Two-Bit, and ordered them to turn out the lights. "Bed time, if we're lucky it'll rain tomorrow," I said. I turned the light switch, leaving the two of them in the dark. I closed the door and heard the soft sounds of Wolfy's voice telling Two-Bit to wear the pajamas he must be giving him. I hoped and mostly assumed that they would be good little boys and not 'fool around' as Wolfy said earlier. I walked myself to my room, I didn't bother to turn off the living room lights, I left my home welcome to anyone and everyone that were apart of our family or close friends. Plus, there was nothing a person could want to steal since everything looked like junk except the TV, but it was made to look like an old black and white television, so they could easily be fooled. I stripped off my clothes, ripped off my shoes and threw the clothes in my hamper. I then pulled out some nightclothes, which were only the bottoms, drew back my sheets and went soundly to sleep.
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I awoke at about 5:36am, so that meant I only got 6 hours worth of sleep. I didn't intend to wake up so earlier, but I did anyway. I attempt to go back to the sweet slumber of dreamless nights, in the coziness of my bed. My alarm clock woke me after an hour. I didn't have work today since it was Saturday, but I'd go in anyway so I didn't have to work this Monday. And thank God I could do that. I slid off my pajama bottoms, took off my underwear, put some new ones on and pulled on a new pair of jeans. Folding the bottoms into a cuff to ankle height, they were (amazingly) too long for my body. I tossed a white shirt over my head, and put on my leather jacket. I heard the soft sound of rain lightly hitting the roof and window, I knew that it was going to be one oily mess at the garage. In my jacket pocket I put my cigarettes; which I occasionally smoked, and had my lighter carried in the other pocket. All I needed to do was put on my shoes and I was ready to leave. I quickly laced my shoes, and headed out the door after hurriedly writing a note stating that I was going to work on Saturdays from now on so that way I could have Monday off. The note was then clipped to the fridge and I was out the door. I hopped in my car, started the engine and off I was.
Pony's POV:
I awoke at about 9am today, which was a little later I usually wake up. I got dressed and decided to walk to Sweetheart's house. It might be a bit early but for some reason I knew someone would be awake. I looked at the floor as I walked, it had rained earlier. I walked a few houses down, noticing someone had left the front door unlock and slightly opened. I pushed the door open, peered inside, Sweetheart sat on a couch, a lit cigarette in hand, staring off at what seemed to be nothing. Her green jewels looked away from the wall and looked into what felt like my soul. She looked worried, or even depressed which I found hard to believe since she was so happy yesterday. "Is everything okay?" I asked, I too had that strange look of worry and depression.
"Hmm? Oh no, nothing's wrong. Things are just fine as always, it's just that I'm not exactly sure what to wear or what to think or even what to say when I go out with your brother later today. I suppose that's why I'm a bit nervous looking," I couldn't exactly tell, but I think she was lying, it was very hard to tell with her. Especially since she gave no expression now. Whether I believed her or not, I helped her find something to wear, she and I searched her closet and chest until she found something she liked. Sweetheart put out the cigarette, that way she didn't have to hold it all the time. We found something her brother would never let her wear. It was a black bustier that showed the top of her chest and when pulled to fit her body it showed her breasts a little bit. I didn't even approve of it much, but either way I helped her tie the thing. It was difficult to put on that black monster, I pulled and laced, repeating the process until it went all the way up. She fixed herself so it didn't show that much skin, which was the way it was suppose to fit in the first place. She got a long black scarf and wrapped it around her neck loosely until it didn't touch the floor. Then I helped her pick out a pair of jeans that were an ash color, only darker. They were too long so she rolled up the cuffs , revealing the studs she had put in it. These pants I don't think Rocco would approve of either because on the inside of the thigh there where huge cutout holes that almost went down to her knee. She got a pair of black strap high heels and put those on. Black gloves that had holes she slipped on her small hands, they had no fingers; she had cut them off as it looked. She was dressed to kill, God if Wolfy was even to see her, he would demand that she changed her clothes. But I was very loose about their rules, and I didn't care much for them. She thanked me with a kiss to the forehead, no red lipstick this time because she hadn't done her make-up yet. I think she looked pretty even without it, but I guess it didn't matter to her. I walked out into the hallway where Wolfy and Two-Bit came out of the same room, they looked as though they had just woke up, which I wouldn't doubt.
"Hey Sweetheart, how's about I walk you to my place?" I asked her, hoping that Wolfy wouldn't see her as I pushed her out the front door. A stick of crimson lipstick in hand. It was fairly cold this morning, but I grabbed her hand and pulled her to run with me down the street. She did, a little confused why I wanted her to hurry. As we ran we nearly trampled Johnny, but she grabbed his hand and took him with us. As we approached my house, quickly I flew the screen door open, and then the front. I let go of Sweetheart as I closed the door behind us, Darry and Soda looked at as though we were insane. I saw Soda's eyes fix on Sweetheart and they lit with glee. Darry was trying his best to hint around about her clothes, saying how she could 'catch a cold' or some other bacterial disease that had to do with extreme exposure to cold weather. She simply smiled as said that she would be fine, that she was used to this sort of weather.
Soda moved close to her, almost standing next to Sweetheart. She turned to him, and smiled. For once she didn't have a sharp remark or an insulting threat to make him back away form her. This made him even happier to know that she was getting used to him. "So, where do you want to go for our little date?" Soda asked with a wide smile.
"Oh umm, I'm not sure. Wherever you'd like to take me, I haven't seen anywhere around here besides school, my house, your house and the movie theater," She replied with the sweetest smile.
"Well, will it be alright with Rocco and Wolfy if I take for the whole day? That's the only way to see the beautiful things in this city, even though I'm already looking at the most beautiful in all America," Soda tried his best to flatter her, and it worked. She didn't care, not today. Something had to have happened yesterday to make her change her mind about Sodapop, and boy was he lucky she had a change of heart. Sweetheart nodded and out the door both of them went. I remembered Sweetheart had brought Johnny with us as we sprinted down the street.
"Hey Johnny, what do you want to do today?" I asked, I hadn't thought much about the very near future. Hopefully Johnny had some ideas.
Sweetheart's POV:
Soda and I walked out the door and down the street for a few blocks, finally coming to an ice cream shop, or a 'Dairy Queen' as it was. Soda offered to buy me a ice cream, and there was no way I could refuse such an adorable face. I waited for Soda was he waited in line, so to spend some time I looked around a bit. I hoped to see a car I liked or to see a familiar face, and I did. Just my luck. It was Dally, walking straight this way, and Soda, the only person to show I was taken, was waiting in line. Oh God, I don't want to hear what this loon has to say.
He approached me as he had done yesterday, I wasn't very happy to see him, but he had the widest grin. I didn't smile, my emotions didn't change from the first day I had met him. But either way, no matter what he said, that accidental kiss hung in my thoughts. "So we meet again Sweetheart. I think it's destiny telling me to join you in a relationship, or at least something we can do that's close together," I knew what the 'close' was and I wasn't interested.
"I hope your memory serves you right, because I don't kiss queers. Let alone do something I should be doing with a straight man," I said stubbornly. I was being more than stubborn; I was being intolerant to him. I wanted nothing to do with Dallas Winston.
"Playing hard to get I see, well I know that one day you'll see different. And hopefully that day will be soon my little lady. After all, don't forget that I have my ways of making things work," Dallas said as he slid his hands down my slides. I quickly threw those paws off me, and my hand met his face. A large red mark of where my hand had hit him was left; his whole cheek looked a strong pink. "Oh, feisty one are we? I love my girls wild and dangerous. Such a bud has to blossom sometime," Such and ugly expression. And if anything, I was not going to have sex with that. Ew, God. He might have a nasty little bug, or Mono or something.
He walked forward, I didn't want him to get too close to me so I backed up as much as I could before I felt as though I was a beast at bay. My back hit something, I assumed a wall, and he got real close to my ear and began to talk real dirty. From hearing that, I didn't want to know anything he did to those girls…or boys if he did have an interest. So gross! I figured I'd play his little game. If there was anything he was good at, it was sticking people in a box. That was the most uncomfortable thing he made a person do to give in, so why not turn the tables? I began to whisper in his ear, "I know the things you think about you know who. And you know what? He thinks the same. Absolutely, no doubts about it. I could let him know, and perhaps you two can get a drink tomorrow at the bar. And then maybe…have a little fun?" I smirked, he turned a bright scarlet. I hit the nail right on the head.
"But…how'd you? So then, he'll…?" Dally questioned. He obviously didn't know that my information was false, and I didn't know that his information was true. But now, I just needed to figure out who this mystery fantasy lover of his was. I'm thinking Wolfy, but he's too into Two-Bit. Pony has Johnny, Soda has me, Darry prefers the opposite sex, and Rocco…My eyes grew wide as I realized his fantasy lover.
"Uh…Well girls have ways of knowing these things. We call it a gay-dar, and yes Rocco will see you Sunday night," The gay-dar, the most accurate thing a girl can have to detecting queerness. Yep, never fails and thank God for it. Dally backed away from me, he stood at a comfortable distance away from me for once; he made it looked as though we were just talking. And in a way we were in a way.
"Sorry it took so long Sweetheart, the cashier was having a slight problem. Anyway, I got you a drink, cause I know that you might get thirsty later," Soda said with a smile. 'What a sweet thing, oh he's a keeper!' I thought to myself. I gladly took the ice cream and drink form his hands, and kissed his nose. You'll be surprised on how people remember you from where you kiss them. "Dally's not giving you any trouble, is he?" Soda asked
protectively. I shook my head no.
"We were just talking Soda, it's fine. And remember Dally, at about 8ish or 8:30pm, at the bar, don't forget or boy will you be sorry!" I said as I held out my finger. I know Dally wouldn't forget that, because I had some idea that he was really looking forward to it. Dallas nodded and then walked away, Soda looked at him oddly. "Oh it's nothing, but anyway, you were going to show me the city," I said as we continued. Soda showed me everything there was to see, and some of it actually was beautiful. We stopped at a park with a fountain in the center of it, and a playground off to its side. I sat on the swing, pushing myself softly, Soda came and sat next to me. I know he only showed me the Greaser territory, and I didn't blame him for it. I did really want to see the other side of town, but I knew he feared for himself and I. I turned to him, and I kissed his nose again. He smiled and he kissed my cheek as I did his nose. I didn't expect him to kiss me, but it was nice.
It had taken us all day for him to show me everything and for us to do it all. The sun was setting into the soft pink, gold and purple swirls around us. It was gorgeous, I could hardly believe it. "The best part is always the sunset. Especially when it's with someone special," I believed that. Soda had shown me he was that someone special, even those small littler acts of kindness he had preformed through out the day had really added up in my heart. For once, Rocco was right, Soda was a gentleman and perhaps the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. He was my special someone, my best friend, my love. So why is it now that I had finally realized that he was the one? I should have known from the start, but then again, growing up from a family with the absence of love really does make you blind to these things. But I could see again, and he was the first one waiting, hoping, and praying. "Sweetheart, I have something to tell you…" My heart began to race, now that I had known, everything he said or was going to say was the sweetest melody that made me want to sing with joy and excitement. "From today, I have come to notice how much alike we are. Both of us have no parents and are taken care of by our older brother. I guess I'm just talking around what I actually wanted to say, and what I want to say is…" Here it comes, he is to confess his feelings, though for some reason I felt doubt. That maybe he would reject me, I had made myself fall into a depressed slump again. I need help or someone else to live my life with. "…I think I love you," He didn't look at me right away when he said it. He was looking at my ankles, I could tell he was nervous to explain why he felt this way. "I think I love you because, you're not just all outer beauty like all the other girls, you're smart and kind and funny. You're everything I wished a girl could be, but the only thing is that…Rocco would kill me if he knew anything," Oh God. That was right, my brother. Damn it! Why did he always have to stand in the way?
"If you stay quiet, and I don't say a thing, then everything should be fine. After all, I couldn't let a boy like you go, they don't make boys like you anymore," I said as I kissed his lips. He pulled me close to him on the swing, and we watched the sun slowly drift into the darkness of the sky. That's the only sunset I'd ever seen, and probably the only one I would ever remember. Only because it was shared with Sodapop Curtis and not some loser-jerk. The sun settled into the houses comfortably as the moon shown brightly in the sky above us. I knew Rocco would get worried if I wasn't home in an hour, "I gotta go, will you walk me home?" I asked. He didn't dare refuse, because I was his sweetheart.
Pony's POV:
Johnny suggested that we just stayed at my house until dark, so then we could go and see a movie. As we were about to leave, we heard Rocco's clean engine run up the street, he was home and that meant he could give us a ride. I expected to see Sweetheart and Soda with him, but not exactly expecting Soda to be in the car. I was fairly surprised when no one but himself was taken out of the vehicle. I assumed he knew where she was, so I didn't bother to ask. I was about to ask about a ride, but Johnny spoke up first which amazed me, "Hey Rocco, can you give us a ride to the movies? You can come if you like," Johnny said still a little shy but he didn't look away from Rocco.
"Sure, Johnny. Um, do you boys know if Sweetheart's home yet?" He seemed a bit concerned, and it made me worried. How can he not know where she is, he's always so protective of her and basically watches her every move like a predator searching for its prey. We both shook our heads no, that made him look even worse worried but I could see he attempted to shrug it off. "Get in, I'll take you boys. I'll be looking for her and Soda while you guys are out," He said calmly and got back into the car. I opened the door and pushed the seat forward for Johnny, and as he sat down, I got in.
Rocco did exactly as he said, only not in that order. He drove around everywhere looking for the two of them, his hands gripped tightly on the steering wheel, his knuckles white. He looked around calmly, but I could tell he was panicking. Johnny and I looked out our windows to see if we could spot them. Eventually he brought the car to a screeching halt, he had found them sitting on the swings, Sweetheart planting a kiss on Soda's cheek. His worry then turned to anger and he threw open the car door and walked hurriedly towards them. I got out of the car; I knew he was going to drive them home whether he wanted to or not. Rocco yelled violently and made very suggestive jesters with his hands as he talked to Soda, I heard it all. "What in the hell are you doing with her this late at night? You should be home! You hear, home! If you ever touch her in a way that could lead to very specific things, you're going to be no more! Never touch her and don't stand so close! You're lucky I don't kick your ass for scaring the crap outta me, Sodapop! You made me think that something happened, like you got jumped or something! Don't you have a head on those shoulders of yours?" Soda backed away from Sweetheart; he was intimidated by the angry rough sound of Rocco's voice. For once, it didn't seem as though he could sing sweet music, now it sounded as though he had spent too many years in the war.
"Rocco, we weren't doing anything! We were just talking and maybe a peck on the cheek or two! You're such a jerk sometimes you know that? I can't believe you, you embarrass me in front of Pony, Johnny and Soda, might as well be the entire world! Even if something was going down, I can handle myself and you know that!" She said bitterly. Soda was still afraid of Rocco's fury and with Sweetheart saying what she did, it didn't help. Rocco grabbed Sweetheart by the arm violently and dragged her to the car, and had her get in next to Johnny. Then he demanded Soda to get in the back seat as well.
"There'll be no more talk about this, ya hear? Johnny, Pony, sorry to make you wait, I'll drive you boys to the movies now," He said; the engine roared as he drove like a bat out of hell. Quickly we were at the theater, he basically kicked us out of the car, only not literally. "Call me when you boys need a ride back. Here's my home phone," He said as he wrote it on a small scrap of paper, handed it to me and drove off.
Sweetheart's POV:
I know when he said we weren't going to talk about it, he meant it exactly. He knew that I knew what I did was wrong, staying out so late, getting him all worked up. But he doesn't understand that I, Sweetheart, the meanest, toughest girl in all of California, have found love. I usually make boys a little afraid of me because I had beat up anyone who gave Wolfy or me a bad time. But Soda, oh he was so different! Maybe that's why I loved him so, because he was in love with me and he felt as though I was just like anybody else, only better. He made me feel better than the Socs, better than the world. And he made me feel richer than the Queen of England. He was the only person to show me to true meaning of 'love', not just family love, but the real kind. Rocco came up to the Curtis house, and dropped Soda off, he made the hand signal that he was watching him. I think that creeped Soda out more than ever, and then Rocco drove the not even one-third a block to our house. He didn't speak once about what just happened, and attempted his best to act as though it never occurred. He opened the front door, and went inside, and turned on the lights. Of all things to be sitting on the couch, it was Wolfy's black tee shirt. His door was shut, and that's all I needed to know. I didn't want any details.
Rocco picked up the shirt and looked at it as though it was diseased. He threw it off the couch, and walked to Wolfy's room, the door shut & this time locked. Rocco didn't bother, Wolfy knew better than to lose his virginity to someone who he wasn't serious about. Or at least, he best know better. I plopped myself on the couch, turned on the television, and Rocco joined me to watch the news. "Oh, by the way, meet Dally at the Bar tomorrow night. He'll be waiting," I said coolly, looking at my brother. The phone rang and Rocco answered it, says a few 'okay's and then an 'I'll be right there'. I assumed he went to pick up Ponyboy and Johnny from the movie house, and out the front door he went. With in about 15 minutes he came back through the front door, and next to me on our black couch.
Wolfy's POV:
Two-Bit kissed me passionately, and I kissed back. The only thing on my body was my jeans and socks from earlier that day. The hours before we didn't do much but talk, walk around the block and watch a movie on the TV. It was just a few moments ago that we decided to fall into my room again. After a long while of being in my room together, Two-Bit put his tongue in my mouth and I put mien into his. As he kissed me, his hands slid down to my hips. I loved him, I really did, not just because he was someone I could talk to, but also because he could understand me better than anyone. Better than Rocco, and we had a brotherly relationship that no one could ever match. There was no secrets, and never would there have been. Until I met Two-Bit. Instead of him playing with me, I tried a shot at it. I mean, why not? I pushed him softly on his back, kisses trailed to almost everywhere on his body. I kissed his neck, his chest, his back, his face, his arms; everywhere that clothes didn't cover. Once again I reached his lips, then I went to his ear where I began to nibble. He must have liked it because I could see a pleased smile across his face. I let go of his ear, and licked the bridge of his nose. I was practically sitting on top of him, Two-Bit's hands were still on my hips. "Please, oh please let me show you my love Wolfy," Two-Bit begged. I know I shouldn't, and I couldn't, but my body said different. "Let me love you more than just words can say. Please Wolfy, let me be your first, let me love you like you should be," Two-Bit said as he slid a hand around my back, and his other went up to my chest. I wanted to, I wanted to so badly, but I knew better. Rocco would whip me so good; it wouldn't even be funny to watch. And that was just 'love taps' to him; I've seen him get Sweetheart, and God that won't be me. At least I hope. But the more I thought about the consequences, the more I didn't care. Rocco wouldn't know…would he? It bothered me none, if I got hit for it, then I suppose it's an all-for-love exchange.
"I love you Two-Bit, but, what about Rocco? He'll know, and what if I never get to see you again?" I said as I gazed into those jewels they called eyes. I worried by just the thought, I couldn't live without Two-Bit. Never could I, and never would I. Two-Bit's expression changed as he thought about what I said. He then looked relieved all of a sudden; I assumed he had an idea.
"Then he just won't know, or we just won't. Either way, he can't keep you away from me forever. I'll find ways to see you, if there's will there has to be a way," He said as he kissed my chest. I thought about it, and he was right. Rocco couldn't possibly keep him from me, plus we go to the same school. "But don't worry, I won't hurt you unless you want all of me," He said with a slight blush. If it was going to hurt, then not tonight because I knew I wouldn't handle it well. Even if I were to whimper, Rocco would know. Perhaps some time when he wasn't here, or even in this neighbor hood. Tomorrow night Rocco would be gone, and Two-Bit and I could be all alone.
"I want all of you Two-Bit, but we have to wait until tomorrow night. Rocco will be gone and I know Sweetheart will be busy with Soda," I said as I played with his hair. He smirked, I laid on my back, and he turned himself so he could be on top of me.
"Then you can enjoy what I can give you tonight," He said as he undid the button to my jeans, and slowly pulled down the zipper. Two-Bit tugged down my pants, and slid down my underwear, he smiled as he looked at my member. He ran his finger across it lightly, goose bumps appeared on my skin quickly after. Two-Bit then used his hands to play with it a bit, and then used his tongue. I gasped when I felt his tongue, I looked down at him, and the look on his face told me that it was only going to get better. His tongue raced to my tip, and then he took me into his mouth. His tongue played and danced with my member, and I felt myself become erect. My breathing hand changed, it was much heavier now, almost a pant. Two-Bit sucked on my erection lightly, and like a fool, I moaned. Quickly I slammed a hand over my mouth, I was now absolutely terrified. I looked at Two-bit with wide eyes, he was now away from my member, fear struck him also. I listened closely for footsteps, for any sound at all. I heard nothing, I was in disbelief that Rocco hadn't came to ask what was happening. I was still worried, until I felt a tongue slide down my chest. I jumped, Two-Bit had scarred the crap outta me! "Thank God Rocco didn't hear. I love you Wolfy, but you gotta keep quiet if you want me to show you a night of pleasure. Something I know you won't forget," He whispered. Two-Bit continued doing what he had left off, I held a pillow over my mouth and moaned as loud as I needed. The pillow muffled it to a low whisper, even if I was to scream. My emotions ran wild, Two-Bit played with my erect dick some more until I couldn't take it.
I lifted myself up and kissed him again and again. I did it so much that I couldn't breathe by the time I pulled away from him. Two-Bit held onto my lip until I pulled away. "Two-Bit I love you, I can't take it, I want you now! Please, I want all of you, I want you so bad. I feel as though I need you," I pleaded, I wanted him more than anything.
His eyes looked deep into mine, I knew better, but the words that came out of my mouth with all from the mixed emotions. Some demanded that I had him now, and others told me to wait, to be patient. Even though I usually was, I was losing all the patience I ever had. "No, not tonight. Tomorrow, please just wait until tomorrow. Do you think you can do that, just for me? And tomorrow night it will be all about you," Those words replaced everything I had lost, especially my temporary insanity. I swore I was going to lose it, but I could wait. I was going to wait, and that's all there was to it. He pulled up my underwear with care, and somehow managed to get my erection inside. Then he fished through my draws, pulling out a pair of pajama bottoms. I threw off my jeans, and I put on the soft fabric pants. It made me feel like it was winter, even though it was late autumn. I slid into bed, and had Two-Bit sleep in the same bed with me. He kissed my cheek softly, and that's all I could remember once I finally reached a dreamless slumber where not even the biggest worries could wake me with a nightmare, and the most beautiful things make me sleep deeper with a dream.
Sweetheart's POV:
As we sat on the couch a news report flashed on the television screen, it had a picture of a boy who looked like an old war buddy of Rocco's. "We are bringing you this special report live from our studio, just a few hours ago there was a jail brake at the Los Angelus County Jail, though prison security was able to keep most prisoners from escaping, one had got away. His name is Perry Allison, he's 5'9", Caucasian male, age 19, and weighs 155 lbs., has red hair and blue eyes," They displayed his picture, a face very familiar to Rocco and I, "If you see this man then please call your local police force. He is believed to be armed and dangerous, so please do not try to be a hero. We are told that he escaped from jail by holding up his jailor with a pistol carved from soap and colored with shoe polish. We are also told they he is in the Oklahoma area, specifically around Tulsa and that he has actually bought a gun and a switchblade," Both of our eyes widened. Both Rocco and I shared fond and disturbed memories of Perry. I think Perry was coming back to restore his lost love with my older brother but…How did he find us?
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Author's Notes: Okay I realized that this chapter was mostly focused on Wolfy & Two-Bit but I thought they deserved the time because I barley mentioned them in all the other chapters. Maybe I mentioned them like one or twice in the whole thing. But whatever. Oh as a heads up, there will be a new character in the next chapter that will cause quite the ruckus. And Dally's feelings for Rocco may turn to jealousy because of this new person. But then again, I might change my mind, like right now I have a better idea for it. I won't tell, but so it goes. Please Review and R&R!
FYI: This chapter alone is 8,829 words. In Microsoft Word, that's 14 pages worth of material. That includes that Author's Notes as well.