Chapter 2 - Anyway You Want It
"Are you having fun?" Justin had to yell to be heard over the loud music. Him and Dallas Winston were at a party in the Brumly Boys' territory. They weren't supposed to be there, both teens' gang leaders had forbidden it. But they'd been told that it was going to be a great night. Not to mention Sylvia and Allie were supposed to be there. Dallas had a constant on again off again thing with Sylvia that Justin wouldn't even begin to try and understand. And Justin had had a crush on Allie for years.
Only problem was the girls hadn't showed. Which left the two hoods out late in a part of town they weren't supposed to step foot in, at a party that was definitely not worth the hassle.
"You wanna go or something?" Dallas finally asked, looking like he desperately hoped the answer was yes.
Justin nodded, relieved to not have to be the one to chicken out. "Yeah, let's do something more fun."
Both boys headed out of the overcrowded house, Justin wrinkling his nose when someone threw up near him. Yeah, definitely not a great party.
"Hey, is that Tim's car?" Dallas asked once they were standing on the lawn.
Justin felt his stomach drop hearing those words. He looked over and sure enough, parked on the street was Tim's truck. "Fuck, it is." he mumbled. "Let's get out of here."
"Not so fast." A hand fell on both of their shoulders. Justin gulped before turning around to look at the pissed off face of Tim Shepard. Tim had been tipped off that the boys were at the party by his friend Buck, who he'd told to be on the lookout for any of his or Darry's gang members in the Brumly turf.
"Who wants to explain what the fuck you guys are doing here?" Tim looked between the two of them. "No one?" He said when neither seemed forthcoming with an answer. "Fine, I'm sure Dallas will be explaining tonight's events to Darry. And you and me," he gestured to Justin, "Will be having a long talk later."
With that, he snagged both boys' upper arms, taking them to his car.
After dropping Dallas off at the Curtis', Justin was left alone in the car with his pissed off gang leader. Tim was clutching the steering wheel so tight you could see the whites of his knuckles protruding.
"Tim-" Justin attempted to placate the man, but was immediately silenced.
"Don't. Don't start." Tim's jaw was set in a hard line. Great, Justin thought, this was gonna go over spectacularly.
"But-"
"Unless the next thing out of your mouth is 'pull over I'm dying', you'd better shut it." Justin rolled his eyes at the order.
Tim evidently did not have the same rules about shutting up because he began to rant at the teen. "Have you lost your mind, kid? I specifically said yesterday that you boys were not allowed anywhere near those fucking warehouses. And less than twenty-four hours later, you're going to a party hosted by the goddamn Brumly Boys!"
Justin sunk down in his seat, leaning his head on the car window. "Quit hollerin' at me…" he grumbled.
"Excuse me? Boy, I'm gonna do a helluva lot more than holler real soon. I can't believe you would be so damn stupid."
"Shut up! I'm not stupid!" Justin sat up, glaring heatedly at him.
"Well you're sure as fuck not a genius!" Tim slammed his hand on the steering wheel before taking a deep breath. He paused for a moment, clearly attempting to calm down.
"Look, Justin, you can't just do whatever the hell you want. You know that." Tim gave him a frustrated look. "I can't have you disobeying me every chance you get. We've had this talk too many times to count."
Justin felt his chest get tight, a lump in his throat proving nearly impossible to swallow. "So, what, you want me out then?" Had he fucked up too many times now? He fought with Tim more than any of the other guys, even Curly, and he was his pain in the ass brother. He'd always been a little worried that one day he'd mess up so bad that Tim would have an excuse to get rid of him. He figured the only reason it hadn't happened yet was that Tim loves his kid brother Max a lot, but maybe he'd keep Max around and make Justin leave the gang.
"Want you out? Why do you always assume I'm trying to get rid of you, dumbass?" Tim pulled up to the Shepard house, but didn't turn off or unlock the car quite yet.
"Why wouldn't you want me out? I don't listen, I get on your nerves, and we fight all the fuckin' time." It seemed pretty clear to Justin that he shouldn't be wanted.
"You don't get on my nerves anymore than anyone else in this damn gang. I mean, you're a hard headed little shit, which is why we fight, but you're not any worse than Angela or Jesse. And they're not going anywhere." Tim turned to the kid. "Yeah, you don't listen too great, but that's why I'm here. To kick your ass when you don't listen to me, not to kick you out." He ran a reassuring hand through the teen's hair. "Now come on," he nodded his head towards the house, "Let's go in."
Tim turned the car off and got out. Justin, albeit reluctantly, followed the man into the home. Tim led him inside where Max and Curly were watching some dumb movie.
"Bed, both of you." Tim ordered.
"What? Come on, it's not even midnight." Curly complained, not looking up from the movie.
"Charles, I'm not in the mood, get to bed." Tim went over, flipping the television off.
Curly sighed, realizing his brother was already pretty pissed if he was pulling out the full name card. "Fine, whatever." He huffed, heading up to his room. He had to get ready for later tonight with Jesse and Michael anyway. The three of them had plans to go confront the Brumly guys and say that they want out of the dealing game.
"You go to bed too, Max." Tim said to the unmoving eight year old.
"Is Justin in trouble?" The little boy asked, taking in the pissed off leader and nervous looking teen. "Are you gonna spank his butt?"
"Jesus, mind your own fuckin' business you nosy little freak." Justin exclaimed, scowling while Tim tried to fight back a smile and keep a stern expression.
Tim gave the boy a disapproving look. "Max, we don't ask about that, right?" Max pouted a little, but nodded. "Alright, then go to bed." Tim ruffled his hair as the boy ran upstairs. Each gang member had laid claim to a bed in the house, since they spent plenty of their nights at there.
Tim turned his attention back to Justin, who was hovering by the couch, looking like he wanted to bolt out the door.
"Do we need to go over why what you did was wrong, or do you get how disobeying me to go somewhere forbidden is against the rules?" Tim raised an eyebrow.
"I get it." Justin mumbled, looking at the floor.
Tim nodded, sitting on the couch. "Good, then get over here." Justin shuffled over, standing in front of his leader. "Drop them." Tim gestured to his jeans.
"Aww, come on, Tim," Justin whined, blushing with embarrassment, "Can't I keep them up?"
"Not a chance, now do what you were told." Tim stood firm. He never understood why the boys always got so embarrassed about this. It wasn't the first time this had happened, and it certainly won't be the last, they should be expecting the order at this point.
Justin bit his lip, undoing his jeans and shoving them down, leaving his boxers up. He quickly bent over Tim's lap, folding his arms on the couch cushion and burying his face in them.
"Tim! Don't!" He whined when the adult pulled his underwear down.
"Don't argue with me, Justin." Tim started spanking the teen, causing him to squirm and make small yelping sounds.
"Do I make rules just to hear myself talk?" Tim began his irritating line of questioning.
"Yes…" Justin grumbled.
"Excuse me?" Tim swatted his sit spots a few times.
"No! I said no!" Justin quickly changed his statement.
"That's what I thought." Tim resumed his normal swats. "Did you understand me when I said you weren't allowed at the warehouses?"
Justin rolled his eyes, thankful that the Shepard couldn't see him. "Yeah, I understood."
"So you chose to actively disobey me?" Tim always liked them to admit that they were in the wrong, it was the worst.
"Obviously!" Justin winced as Tim's hand landed on an already sensitive spot.
"The Brumly territory is off limits for a reason. You boys don't need to be around that sort of shit that they're dealing with." Tim hated drugs, a fact that his gang was very aware of. The Shepard siblings' mother was a drug addict, which Tim blamed her shitty parenting, or lack thereof, on.
"There weren't drugs at the party!" Justin wasn't sure if that was actually true, he may have just not seen any, but he'd say anything to get away from his burning ass at this point.
Tim scoffed. "That you know of. And even if there weren't any, I still don't want you around dealers." He aimed a barrage of smacks at Justin's thighs, causing the boy to kick his legs and holler. "Are you going to go near the Brumly turf again?"
"No! I won't, I promise!" Justin had started crying at this point. "I'm sorry!"
Tim finished up with another couple hard swats before stopping. He rubbed the boy's back while the kid laid over his lap, calming his crying.
Justin stood up after a minute, fixing his pants and trying to surreptitiously wipe his teary eyes. He stood in front of Tim, hesitant and sniffling.
"Oh, honey, come here." Tim tugged the boy onto his lap, holding him tight while the kid sobbed.
"I'm sorry… I'll listen, I promise!" Justin cried hard into Tim's shirt, soaking it with tears. "Please don't make me leave!"
"Make you leave? Justin, we went over this, you're stuck with me and this gang. No one's ever gonna make you leave." Tim soothed, kissing his forehead.
"But I'm always being bad…" Justin whimpered.
"No you're not. And even if you were, it just means I spend a little more time a day giving my hand a workout on your ass." Tim teased, wiping at the boy's cheeks with his thumbs. "You're worth losing some free time over."
At The Curtis house, Dallas sat on the couch while being given a seemingly never ending lecture.
"Does the shit I say to you just go in one ear and out the other, Dallas?" Darry paced back and forth irately in front of the teen. "Did you not understand me when I said no going to the Brumly territory or did you just think that you were above the rules in this family?"
Dallas scoffed, arms crossed, the perfect picture of an insolent kid. "I'm not part of whatever family you're talkin' about."
"No? You really still think you're not in this family? After years of practically living here, answering to my parents and now to me, you still believe you aren't in this damn family?"
Dallas shrugged, unwilling to meet the man's eyes.
"Are you stupid or just playing dumb then, boy? Because you know goddamn well that you are expected to do as I say, as a member of this family." Darry pointed a finger at him. Dallas was always struck by how much the man looked like his father when he was scolding someone.
"I'm not stupid." Dallas spat out. "But I don't need to listen when your rules are bullshit. For fucks sake, I've been going down there since I was in elementary school, ain't nothing gonna happen."
"They haven't been selling smack since elementary school, Dally. I've told you countless times that I don't want you near that shit. None of you boys need that sort of influence, least of all you."
"The fuck is that supposed to mean?" Dallas stood up, heated at the implication that he was somehow more likely to do something like smack.
"Don't think I don't know you've been selling grass at school. I don't like you doing that crap, let alone having anything to do with something worse."
Dallas felt a mix of nerves and annoyance hearing that Darry new he'd been selling pot to some classmates. It wasn't much, just a little to some rich kids he could easily overcharge. "Who the fuck narked on me?" He was gonna fuck up whoever it was real good.
"No one had to nark, you're not nearly as sly as you think you are. You think I can't smell it on your clothes when I do the damn laundry? I'm not dumb, Dallas, and you should know by now that I care enough to notice this shit."
"Whatever, a little grass is nothing. Just some pocket money. And going to a party ain't the end of the fuckin' world." Dallas huffed, turning to look out the window, not wanting Darry to see how worried he was that the man was going to be furious with him. Or worse, give up on him.
Darry reached out, turning the sixteen year old's chin to look at him. "You're right, some grass isn't a big deal. But you know what is? Other harder shit. And I won't have you getting involved in that. So it may not be the end of the world to go to some party or sell a little pot, but it's damn sure gonna be the end of your world for awhile."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Dallas asked, looking at his leader wearily as the adult sat down on the couch.
"You know exactly what it means. You're getting your ass whooped and then your spending the next week here, grounded." Darry said evenly, expecting an explosion after that statement. He was not left disappointed.
"Fuck you! Who the fuck do you think you are?" Dallas clenched his fists, ready to put up a fight.
"I think I'm the guy who's about to spank your sorry ass." Darry kept calm, not rising to the teen's anger, which only infuriated Dallas more.
"You're not my fuckin' father, Darry. You're not even your own father." It was a low blow, and Dallas knew it. Mr. Curtis was the only person who'd ever truly been able to reign Dally in. Darry had stepped up with all the guys and was trying to fulfill his dad's role as disciplinarian, but they were big shoes to walk in.
"You wanna bring him into this? What the hell do you think he would say if you had pulled this shit with him? He wouldn't have even been having this talk with you right now, you would've been over his knee the second he found out about this stunt." Darry kept his own temper in check. The last thing Dallas needed right now was someone to bicker with.
Dallas felt himself losing his righteous anger, biting his lip and looking away. "Doesn't matter what he woulda done because he's not here."
"But I'm here. And I'm not gonna let you get yourself into trouble like this." Darry's voice took on that same hard age Darrel Sr.'s always had before Dallas got his ass tanned.
Dallas scoffed. "Awfully bold to assume you can stop me, Superman."
"I know I can stop you. Because if you pull this shit again, I'm gonna make what's about to happen look like a couple of love taps." With that, Darry snagged Dally's wrist, pulling the teen over his lap.
"Fuck, Darry, lemme up." Dallas complained, making a feeble attempt to get up from his compromising position. He would never actually fight tooth and nail over this, partly because Darry was stronger and partly because he cared too much about the other guy's opinion.
"Not a chance, you know you earned this." Darry swatted him a few times, infuriating Dallas even more.
"Fuck you, I didn't earn shit! I can go to any goddamn party I want to, I don't need to ask your fuckin' permission." Dallas hollered.
"You just never know when to shut up, kid." Darry shook his head, reaching under the boy and unzipping his jeans, yanking them and his boxers down.
"No! Don't do that!" Dallas' yelling had turned more desperate as he felt a breeze on his bare ass. Darry ignored him, of course, starting to rain down smacks once more.
It was silent at first, as Darry set a fire on Dally's ass. Then, he began to talk, Dallas' least favorite part. He was already whooping him, did he really have to try and hold a conversation at the same time?
"You don't get to disobey me, Dallas. Especially when it comes to a rule made for your safety." Darry lectured, his voice stern and hand impossibly hard. Dallas scoffed, squirming a bit as his backside was heated up.
"I'm serious, when I tell you not to go somewhere I don't say it to just be an asshole. It's because there's something dangerous there." Darry tilted Dallas forward, aiming the spanks at his thighs.
Dallas whimpered, biting hard on his bottom lip to stop himself from really crying out. "Darry, I've had enough, stop being such a dick." He managed to growl out between clenched teeth.
Darry rolled his eyes. "Hardly." Dallas was stubborn and liked to throw insults, hoping that would somehow get him up faster. Very flawed logic.
Dallas tossed his hand back after another few moments, wanting to shield his poor defenseless backside.
"Move that hand." Darry ordered, smacking the teen's sit spots harder a few times.
"Oh come on, not fair!" Dallas yelped, quickly removing his hand. Stupid Darry never played fair.
After another round of what felt like harder smacks- but at this point he couldn't really tell- Dallas began to sniffle, tears falling down his cheeks. "Alright, I'm sorry!" he finally exclaimed.
Darry was relieved. Dallas only ever apologized when he was really ready to be done, he wasn't like Pony or Soda who just throughout half hearted apologies the second they got a stern look.
Darry stopped his attack on the teen's ass, fixing Dallas' pants. "Alright, hey, it's alright." He said softly, lifting him up to sit on his lap.
Dallas immediately latched onto Darry's shirt, crying into his neck. "That hurt!" he sounded accusing.
"I know, kiddo, kinda the point." Darry smiled slightly, kissing the side of his head. "You mad about it?"
"No… but my ass is mad at you." Dallas sniffled, fiddling absentmindedly with Darry's shirt buttons. "You mad at me?"
"Course not, you know I don't stay mad." Darry chuckled, stroking his back. "Maybe we should get you changed into pajamas and go to bed?" Those jeans couldn't be comfortable on a sore ass.
Dallas instantly rejected that idea, shaking his head. "Comfy here." he burrowed himself further into Darry's chest as if to prove that point.
Darry smiled fondly. "Alright, we'll stay here."
"The fuck are you idiots goin'?" Angela's voice asked, barely above a whisper. It was nearly three in the morning and no one wanted to wake Tim up. He was pretty pissy when someone was noisy after he went to bed.
Curly, Jesse, and Mikey jumped from where they were halfway through the kitchen to the backdoor, turning around to see Angela standing in the doorway to the hall. "Uh, we're just going outside for… Wait, where are you going?" Curly raised his eyebrow, noting his sisters nice dress, makeup, and heels.
"I asked you first." Angela said defensively.
"We're just going to a party." Jesse lied. "Now you spill."
"I got a date." Angela narrowed her eyes. "I'm stayin' the night with him, so I need to know you aren't gonna be little snitches."
"Won't tell if you won't?" Curly suggested eagerly. He couldn't care less who his sister was screwing that week, so long as he got off scot-free.
The corner of Angela's lips quirked up. "Deal." She looked around once more, ensuring that Tim wasn't there, and then pushed passed them, heading out the door.
The boys followed soon after, quietly shutting the door behind them. They had to go down to talk to Bruce and his gang of goons. They needed out of this selling smack shit before they got caught.