Disclaimer:

In case my foreshadowing last chapter was too subtle, there will be boy shmex this chapter. The rating has been up'd, and you've been warned. Bwa ha ha.

This ficcie is dedicated to Ivy45663, just in case you all forgetid, so thank her for the approaching lemon eh? Bwa ha ha.

I'm done. Moving on.

Steve eased his frame onto Pony's, kissing him as they gradually lowered themselves onto the seat. Sure, didn't take the kid long to get vertical when it was his idea. Steve chuckled into his ravenous kisses and stroked his hair. He'd caught onto kissing real quick, and he knew where to touch Steve, but he had no idea what he was gonna learn tonight.

Pony was the first to reach for skin though. He was pulling Steve's tee shirt over his head before Steve could even think of what to touch first. Then Pony was touching him, and he lost all hope of rational thinking. Pony traced his collarbone, and the curves of his chest, trailing low on his stomach, his fingers lingering as they neared the waistband of his pants.

Steve leaned down and kissed Pony again, and Pony wrapped his arms around Steve's chest, pulling them close so that the heat they each felt became entangled. Steve broke the kiss to start unbuttoning Pony's flannel, cursing all the fucking buttons as he sucked on Pony's neck. Didn't have to worry about hickeys if the brothers knew.

He slipped a hand under the flannel as he worked on the buttons, willing to slow the progress with one hand because he could feel the flush of Pony's skin, the dips of his chest, the hardening tips of his nipples and the gentle ridges of his ribs. And he felt Pony's ragged breathing as the flannel parted and he slipped out of it, his shoulders moving so gracefully. Steve ran his hand down Pony's arm, feeling the track hardened muscles as he trailed lower.

Pony exhaled in that breathless way he did when Steve did something that surprised him. Steve blinked. He liked whatever Steve just touched. Fuck, what was it? Steve watched Pony's face as he splayed his fingers on his chest and dragged them down his chest. His palm stopped over his nipple and Pony shut his eyes. He leaned down and dragged his tongue down from Pony's thundering pulse to his nipple and lingered, making Pony moan. Steve stopped and kissed Pony's shoulder. He leaned in close to his ear.

"Are you sure?" Steve asked.

"Yes. Please." Pony said.

"Are you absolutely, positively sure that when you look back at this, you aren't gonna regret losing your virginity when you're fifteen, to me?" Steve asked.

"Yes."

"Really?" Steve asked.

"Why else would I have let you touch me? Think I don't know what goes on in the back of your car? Jesus, you're dumber than people give you credit for sometimes." Pony teased.

"All right, just checking. Don't have to tell me twice."

Steve kissed his jaw and moved to his ear, wondering if this would really work on a guy. He planted a chaste kiss on Pony's ear, and Pony shivered. Hell, maybe it did.

Pony slipped a hand into Steve's hair as the older boy kissed his ear again. God, Steve must've learned that from Evie. Then his tongue, did something, to Pony's ear.

"Oh God, Steve." Pony was unable to contain his surprise.

"Don't like it?" Steve asked. He'd hoped it'd distract Pony while Steve was working on his pants. He was working on Pony's pants anyway, but Pony was noticing.

"Like it. A lot." Pony murmured. He kissed Steve, pulling on his hair to guide their kiss.

Steve settled in between Pony's legs again, kissing him, stroking his earlobe with his thumb and his free hand finally loosened his pants. He snuggled low on Pony's frame, feeling Pony's breath against his neck as he slipped a hand into the opening of his jeans. The instant his hand found Pony's erection, he was arching into it. Apparently Steve wasn't the only one who'd been waiting for this.

It was only a little longer before they were both naked and Steve was damn near hyperventilating. Sure it was dark, but they so close, pressed together, that Steve could see and what he saw, he loved, and wanted to see every night for as long as he could think to the future. And it was so dark that every time they touched, it felt like they could see with their hands. Steve felt Pony's trembling flank and watched his face, trembling, sweat on his upper lip as he withheld a moan. And he didn't need to see his face to know that Pony was trembling in anticipation.

Everything, every feeling, sensation, every inch of skin pressed together, was joined, they both felt it so deeply that they would never forget it, and this night would never end. Well, not never, but still. Steve was touching Pony's thighs, positioning himself closer to Pony as he slipped his legs around Steve. He realized that this really was gonna happen.

"Steve, come on. I'm dying here." Pony murmured.

"Do you even know what you're asking for?" Steve murmured, real close to his face as he settled down on Pony's frame.

"I can guess." Pony murmured, thrusting his hips against Steve's.

Steve slipped a hand between Pony's thighs and parted them a little, shivering as Pony's legs tightened around him. Pony's chest was heaving as he watched Steve, sweat making his frame glisten.

"This is gonna hurt." Steve said.

Steve's finger slipped up between Pony's legs and he put pressure on his entrance. Pony grunted at the intrusion, and Steve half suspected he hadn't expected it. He spit on his fingers as he worked another in, feeling how blissfully tight Pony was. Pony didn't enjoy that prospect and was groaning. Steve stretched the two fingers inside Pony and groaned. It would feel so damn good in him.

"When's it gonna stop hurting?" Pony muttered, his passage spasming in pain as he withheld a groan. The pain was enough to make his erection lag and Steve stroked his cock for the first time, admiring its tenacity.

"Soon, you gotta just go with me." Steve murmured.

He rubbed Pony's chest before adding another finger. Pony was writhing now. It just felt like burning, tearing, something that wasn't supposed to happen inside him. The overwhelming sense of being stretched too far made him want to put his knees together and whimper. Steve did notice that Pony's legs were tightening around him and urged him to relax. It hurt so damn much. If this was what all the craze was about, girls were a lot tougher than Pony gave them credit for.

"Come on, it'll be fine." Steve murmured, leaning close to kiss his throat.

Pony bit back whimpers and decided if this was gonna be so damn good, he'd better fucking speed it up. He pushed back on Steve's fingers and jerked when Steve's fingers grazed something inside him. He thought that would be a bad thing, but it made his vision go black for a moment and it sent shivers down his frame. He moaned and Steve had to look at him to see if the moan was a good one or not.

"Oh God, do that again." Pony gasped.

Steve thrust his fingers in hard and Pony yelped, his frame twisting under Steve's. Steve smiled. So all boys had a "g-spot" too. Steve knew it was probably still burning and hurting like hell, but he figured it'd get better if Steve started hitting that spot with something bigger. He wished he could make it better, but he didn't really have any options.

Steve took his fingers out and Pony exhaled audibly in relief. He watched Steve as he lined his hips to Pony's virgin entrance. He cupped Pony's testicles as he leaned down, sucking on Pony's nipple. He wanted to keep Pony thinking and feeling good things so that he'd know Steve wasn't just in it for the sex, especially since it was gonna hurt Pony.

Pony fisted Steve's hair and arched up against him, loving how Steve's body was pressed down into his, his legs wrapping around Steve's and urging him closer. He yanked Steve up and kissed him, still gripping his hair as he undulated against Steve.

Steve took that as a sign that he needed to move faster.

He lined the head of his weeping erection to Pony's entrance and shivered. It was going to be too damn painful for Pony if he went fast. It would hurt enough already. Steve pushed the head of his erection in and watched Pony writhe against him, his hands wrapping around Steve's back and trying to pull him closer. He slunk down on his shoulders, his erection shifting as he slipped his arms under Pony's, forcing them as close as possible. He was panting as he kept moving his erection into Pony, his pained moans turning to whimpers.

"Pony, it won't hurt much longer." Steve murmured.

"How'd you learn about this anyway? How do you know?" Pony muttered.

"Just feel it. And don't ask complicated questions." Steve murmured.

Pony felt it. Felt every centimeter of Steve in him, burning, stretching, tearing, and making him bleed until he wanted to scream. He had to be bleeding. The motion was starting to become smoother, and he could only assume his blood and slowly opening passage was the reason he wasn't completely ablaze with pain anymore. He dared look down, barely able to see anything in the darkness and the slim space between his and Steve's bodies, and he saw that Steve was almost completely in him.

They were part of each other, and the concept made Pony moan. And Steve thrusting in, slamming whatever that place in him was, made his moan double in volume.

"I told you." Steve murmured as he looked down at his hips, measuring the strength to apply in his thrusts as he gripped Pony's shoulders and began to thrust. Pony's arms snaked around him and Steve felt the edges of his nails. He was already better than Evie had ever been. But there was no comparison. He loved Pony. He'd never loved her.

"Oh God, Steve." Pony stuttered as Steve continued to speed up.

And Pony loved him. He was willing to hurt and bleed and give up his virginity because he loved Steve and wanted to feel what it was like to be together like this.

Pony moaned, knowing he was scratching Steve's back to hell, but he couldn't help it. He was having enough trouble maintaining control of his vocal chords as Steve pounded him. He started going faster because Pony told him to. Pony liked having that control, and took it gladly when he was with Steve, knowing ultimately that he was the less assertive one, but often that was the source of his power. And if this was what that power brought him, he would always be the less assertive one.

Steve's hips were burning and he felt like he was going to burn alive inside of Pony. It just felt so good, so right. He reached down and stroked Pony's erection, amazed at how hard it was since a moment ago Pony was whimpering. He timed his thrusts to his strokes, lingering with wet fingertips over Pony's scrotum. Pony curled his head to Steve's neck and his breaths were deep and fast.

"Steve." Pony moaned.

Pony arched against Steve hard, his body fraught with tension. Steve jammed his prostate as his final stroke on Pony's erection drew a howl from Pony. His spamsing passage tightened further as his orgasm washed over him, his arms wrapped tight around Steve as he came with a scream.

And they were left, in a sweaty, cum stained thrall on the back seat of Steve's car, forever bound by the pleasure, pain and love they'd shared.

Although Pony was pretty sure he had the pain all covered.

"Pony, I-"

"I love you Steve Randle."

"I love you too." Steve murmured, nuzzling his sweat slicked hair as they stayed entwined. The feeling of being together, being loved enough to have someone under him become a part of him and be willing to stay, made Steve so content he could've stayed the entire night; the only light a dim, distant glow from a streetlamp.

And he would give everything up, and risk it all again, again and again, just to have this one moment.

"Steve?"

"Hm?"

"I'd love to cuddle more, but it's cold and I could really use some pants." Pony murmured.

"All right." Steve slipped out of Pony and they dressed, unable to shake the feeling that no matter where they were, who they were with, and where they slept, they'd always feel this close.

Even though Steve knew he'd be sleeping on the couch tonight, regardless of how he'd made Pony squirm.

Steve sighed and kissed Pony one last time before slipping to the front seat to drive.

"Something wrong?" Pony asked, staying in the back seat and lying down.

"I need my own place."

"What, the back seat of a car isn't romantic enough for Steve Randle?" Pony asked, chuckling.

"I never said that, but what about tomorrow?"

Pony frowned, but he put his hands behind his head and grinned a very familiar grin.

"There's always a bed in Darry's room."

Leave me some sugah, and I'll tell you how Soda's night went…