Here we see what Pony will say when Steve Randle kisses him. I know what I'd say… "Ew, you taste like morning breath and cigarettes". But then again, I like Pony more than Steve… But together, it's cute.

Disclaimers:

Don't own, don't sue. Boy on boy affection, as if that isn't what the Outsiders is all about. Enjoy!

Also, Pony is now fifteen, Steve is eighteen, basically, all the gang is about a year older.

"Steve, what the hell-" Pony was again interrupted by a kiss and he pushed Steve off him.

"Don't tell me you didn't get all that." Steve said.

"I might've missed something between you hating me and trying to make out with me." Pony said, splaying his fingers on Steve's chest to hold him off. He never thought he'd have to hold Steve off unless he was fighting for his life.

"I don't make sentimental talk for nuthin' Pony. I feel, how you said it, all that stuff bout being together, about you." Steve said.

"You hate me! You chase me off when you and Soda hang out, you call me crybaby, you always holler at me, almost as much as Darry and you ain't even related to me-"

"It's a lot easier to push you away than admit to anything else." Steve said. They stopped talking and Pony blinked at the older boy.

"What do you mean?"

"It's easier to leave you at home so I don't do something stupid in front of Soda. It's easier to call you a crybaby when you cry than admit you can feel things a lot better than me. I holler at you because it keeps you away so I don't do or say anything dumb in front of the gang. Or you." Steve said. He inhaled after his confession and looked to Pony.

"No."

"Yeah." Steve said.

"But, why?" Pony asked.

"Because."

"Because isn't enough of a reason to come on to your best friend's baby brother. What the hell does because mean?" Pony asked.

"Because, you're you damn it. I can't ever put my finger on it, but you can piss me off and make me feel all stupid and dopey in the same sentence. When I see you, my stomach drops out like I had a bad flu, and I can't think of anything to talk about. And I know you don't mind cuz you like it quiet, and that doesn't help. Nothing helps. I can't get used to you, maybe because I like that you drive me crazy."

Pony was real quiet for a long time and it drove Steve mad.

And he couldn't keep the grin off his face.

"I don't think I ever drove anyone crazy before." Pony said. He was starting to smile.

"I didn't think anyone could make me feel this way after all that happened with Johnny and Dally. But I think maybe that's how I always felt about you." Steve said. He knew he'd have to start talking more and be very honest to Pony to even have a chance. The boy was smart, especially smart for a fifteen year old.

"I don't know how to feel about this." Pony said.

"Forget the 'about this'. What do you feel about me?" Steve asked. He was real edgy because he took a risk talking to Pony, admitting all this, and if Pony didn't feel anything, well, at least he'd know.

"I feel like I care about you a lot, but I don't know you real well." Pony said.

"Yeah. That's better than you hitting me I suppose." Steve said.

"Yeah. I want to say that I love you, but I think that'd just give you a big head." Pony said. He tilted his head at Steve and Steve blinked.

"You're serious?"

"Yeah."

"You love me?" Steve asked. Pony nodded.

Steve leapt to his feet and yanked Pony with him, starting to jump on the bed like a trampoline.

"You love me!" Steve said.

"You are crazy." Pony said.

The bouncing stilled, slowly, as Steve stared into Pony's smoky green eyes. He slipped his arms around Pony and pulled him close, feeling Pony's initial urge to shy away even as he restrained it. He still thought Steve might be woofin it. Steve touched his hair, stroking it until his fingers slipped to Pony's scalp. He tilted Pony's head up and kissed him.

Pony couldn't believe Steve had kissed him again. The shock hit his knees and Steve had to hold him up, his hands wandering up Pony's thighs. Pony didn't make anyone crazy, except Darry, and even then, that was because he couldn't keep his head where it belonged. But Steve- Steve was interested in Pony as a, romantic, person. Pony hadn't made anyone feel like that before. Not a girl, not anyone he'd considered close to him, nobody.

He still didn't understand quite why or how, or why exactly he felt such warm feelings for Steve (he could be a real jerk), but it didn't really matter. It was happening.

And it was happening too fast.

While Pony's head was elsewhere, Steve had slipped one hand into his shirt and another was working on his belt, all while lowering them back to the bed, and the only bouncing he had in mind would be on the mattress spring's part.

Pony pulled back and stopped Steve again.

"What are you doing?"

"You love me." Steve said. Pony laughed.

"Yeah, I love cake too, but it doesn't get to put me to bed." Pony said. He gave Steve a quizzical look. "Are you making a move on me or somethin'?"

"Yeah." Steve said. He settled on top of Pony and knew his weight was making it hard for him to breath. They wrestled before, but Steve had never been so intent on 'winning'.

"What for?" Pony asked.

"What do people do when they love each other?" Steve asked.

"Go out on dates." Pony said.

"And?"

"And dress up, act awkward, and knowing you, fumble with the girl's bra for a while before she says you should take her home so her daddy doesn't wail on you." Pony said, laughing. He flushed and shifted under Steve, feeling Steve's third leg prod his stomach.

"Oh come on Pony. You know what kids do in the back seat during the movies." Steve said, flustered.

"Discuss critical plot point?" Pony asked.

"Make out and junk."

"We haven't had a date and I'm not making out with anyone in Darry's house. I enjoy living past the tender age of fifteen." Pony said. Steve reluctantly sat up and Pony snuggled close to him.

"Well, I suppose so."

"Yeah, you thought I'd be faster than a drunk breeze that just got dumped." He said.

"A man can dream."

Thank you for reviewing, I was feeling uninspired when I posted, and I got inspiration! Thankies sooo much and keep reviewing, I shall endeavor to please the readers and not crap out.