Sorry it's been a while. I'm winding it down. It takes a lotta energy to write lemons... What can I say? It's a mean cliff hanger because I need to edit the lemon... So, no sex this chapter. I think it's only gonna be one more chapter, but I'm starting a new story... Tell me what you think... (Btw, Darry and Justin haven't seen each other for two weeks. Why? Absence makes the heart grow fonder)

"Long time no see short stuff. Where you been?" Steve asked, glancing over the sofa at Justin as he walked through the door.

"I've been catching up at school and working my ass off. They put me in physical therapy if you can believe it. And I certainly can't hang around with you hoods with a busted knee so a few weeks of separation was good for us I'm sure."

"Do you ever wear a coat?" Darry leaned on the door frame from the kitchen. "Shut the door." Justin flushed, looking scalded and shut the door.

"Not even a welcome back short stuff?" Justin pouted and saw a dangerous glint in Darry's eyes. It'd been a long two weeks for him and if Justin's knee wasn't fully recovered, it'd be even longer.

"Welcome home short stuff." Darry rushed to him, making a motion to put him in a headlock before lifting him and swinging him around. He started when the boy's thin arms came around his neck and his legs wrapped around his waist, Justin's head resting on Darry's neck as his chest pressed to Darry's back.

"I'm ready to put the hurting on you Superman."

"Damn, that was good. You gotta show me how to do that sometime." Steve said, turning his attention back to the blaring television. Darry groaned as Justin undulated against him before bucking outright against Darry.

"Aren't you late for work?" Darry asked, his hands reaching for Justin. Justin's response was to tightened his legs and push his feet against Darry's belt, pushing on his pants, threatening to force them down. Steve glanced at a clock.

"Shit." He was up and running around the house, hollering at Soda within ten seconds. Darry and Justin were alone in the front room, temporarily.

"You'd better stop wiggling against me or get used to having your legs there to hide how damn horny I am because of you boy." Darry muttered. Justin's legs dropped their vise grip from his waist and Darry swung him around so his face was just below Darry's, legs still swinging.

"Miss me?" Darry's hands pressed Justin closer.

"I missed you. I didn't think you'd actually go through the entire two week separation." Darry said, pouting.

"Hey, you started your managerial classes so you can run that shoddy roofing company and I was behind in math. If we didn't have some alone time we'd both be flunking." Darry let him drop and he yelped, dancing to the sofa on one leg..

"What's all the hollering about?" Soda came in and his face brightened. He jumped to Justin and hugged him, ruffling his hair before plopping on the couch to tie his shoes.

"I thought you said your knee was better?" Steve said, grabbing Soda's hat and plopping down next to him. He'd heard Justin's yelp apparently.

"I thought you were late." Darry muttered. Justin smiled at Darry's pouting.

"It's mostly better. Where's Pony?"

"He started taking college classes on weekends and stuff. They say it'll make college faster and easier and the school is paying for it. He's smart even though he's had a few bad marks and they know he'd do better somewhere else." Soda said. Justin felt a stab that Pony had been his best friend but he didn't know that.

"He's very happy there." Darry said, very quiet as he met Justin's eyes. Justin knew Pony had talked to Darry about his attempted come on. He didn't know when or why, but he knew the conversation had happened. He didn't know if Darry explained it but he hoped Pony understood. Pony was the only one capable of understanding.

"He's so happy he's trying to get Two Bit to pass his classes now. Thinks it'll prove how much he's learned if he can get that block head to retain anything beyond a blonde's number." Steve said, scoffing as he got up. "Why aren't you at work anyway Superman?"

"They gave me today off to study." He glanced to Justin briefly and somehow got away with licking his lips. Justin knew he was thinking 'I'll study something all right, something I haven't seen for two damn weeks'. "Besides, they wanna see what happens if they leave my boss in charge."

"Well, we're looking at the future head of the roofing company, aren't we?" Soda took the hat off of Steve's head and put it on Darry before bounding out the door. Steve growled and followed him with a less bounding gait, slamming the door. Darry glanced out the window and waited for Steve's car to pull out and round the block. He turned his attention to Justin again but started when the boy jumped in his arms and clung.

"If I could, I would climb you." Justin said, arms wrapped around Darry's neck as he slipped. Darry rolled his eyes and pulled him up closer.

"That'd be a as useful as your belt since I'm just going to throw you on the bed anyway."

Darry supported the boy but let his hands roam as he leaned in for a kiss. Justin wriggled under his touch, letting his knees grip around Darry's waist as Darry's hands ran over his thighs. Darry parted their kiss and blinked, glancing at Justin's legs. Even through jeans he could tell his over thin lover had become less overtly thin.

"You put on some meat boy." Justin flushed a deep red and let his grip fall, setting his toes on the ground.

"It was hard. I hope you're happy with it." Darry's hand ran up his thigh again, ending at his back pocket.

"Very. You have an ass now." Justin flushed somehow darker and scoffed.

"You sound so excited."

"How did you manage to gain weight at all?" Darry murmured, kissing his neck and pulling the slightly less bony frame to his.

"I had a co worker feed me. She also told me something very helpful about weak kneed lovers."

"Which co worker?" Darry said.

"Same one that fed me." Darry kissed him again, letting his tongue sweep against Justin's mouth and feeling Justin's startled but welcoming reaction.

"A reliable source then. You can show me in the bedroom." Justin chuckled but was cut off by Darry swinging him over his shoulders.

"I'm not that weak kneed."

"I know but it's supposed to be romantic." Darry said.

"Who's been giving you romance advice?" Justin muttered, gasping for air as Darry let him slide from his shoulders to the ground. He was going to toss Justin to the bed but Justin planted his feet.

"A guy at work."

"Figures. Slow down Superman. You're still clothed, I'm still clothed and where is the lube?"

Justin chuckled and Darry pulled him close. Justin kissed him and let his tongue wander. Darry broke the kiss and let his rough fingertips brush over Justin's face. Justin seemed to curl into the embrace and his eyes fluttered shut for a long moment. Darry shivered and brushed his finger over Justin's lip, shivering further at his own daring. He was started when Justin's tongue lapped at the finger and his eyes opened. His eyes roved over Darry's face but not in the startled, desperately searching manner Darry had seen before. A slow, content gaze made Darry moan and Justin's soft smile was his reward.

"Once we start, we're going to have to go slow." Justin said. He looked uneasy but it was only a flicker. Darry kissed his throat, letting his mouth surround Justin's Adams apple, feeling his pulse. He moved to kiss Justin again and found his mouth closed and unwilling. He pulled back and blinked. "Did you hear me?" Justin glanced at Darry's face, scanning his eyes pensively.

"Yes. I will take it slow. I know. I haven't forgotten you in two weeks Justin." Darry took a deep breath and sat on the edge of the bed, tempted to pull Justin with him. Justin watched him, his head cocked to the side as Darry pulled his shoes off and continued to strip. He stopped at his underwear and Justin laughed out loud.

"The infamous 'gonna get some hot tail tonight' tightie whities." Justin flushed. He was hot tail to the kick your ass if you mess with my gang Darry.

"They are red and it is indeed the hot tail night. When you're naked I am more than ready for this weak kneed lovin'." Darry said. His hot tail under wear and their revealing nature could've told Justin that too.

Justin stripped a lot faster than Darry and his clothes practically flew. His Converse would likely be at opposite ends of the room and he was sure he wouldn't be able to find his boxers come morning, but morning was a long time away.