Not sure how long it's been since I've updated. A long time, that's all I know.

And now we get to meet my FAVORITE character... the CAR! If that car could talk.... -fans self-

PS. Rating may go up soon, and I WARN THEE! SLASHHHHHHH ahead!!! I'm trying to keep it as clean as possible, though.

PSS. I also wanted to make a note about the flashbacks, there will be MANY, seeing as how the boys' relationship has been going on for quite some time, and we are more or less walking into the middle of it.

Ponyboy let out a surprised squeak that went unnoticed by Johnny, as he was attempting to pull Ponyboy out of the back door while simultaneously trying to rip off all the offending clothing his young boyfriend had worn to school.

Ponyboy grunted as Johnny pushed him up against the back door. "Glory, I missed you this week." Johnny said quietly as Ponyboy's hands fumbled with his belt.

Ponyboy slowed his removal of clothes to a stop. He then flapped his tongue around in his mouth and made a face.

"What is it?" Johnny asked, his brow furrowing.

"My mouth tastes horrible." Ponyboy wrinkled his nose and walked quickly to the bathroom. Ponyboy thought he heard Johnny say something to the effect of "I don't care!" but went anyway. Making quick work of it, he simply swished with mouthwash, figuring it would be enough. It must have been, because Johnny stepped into the bathroom as Ponyboy was walking out and looked much more eager than before to pull their mouths together.

Not wasting any time, Johnny grabbed Ponyboy by the hips, pulling him flush to his body. Ponyboy groaned, suddenly feeling that week of abstinence working against him. "Go get in the car, I'll leave the note. Did you get the blankets?"

Johnny whined, not wanting to leave but nodded. "Blankets, check, and hurry with the note!" He said smirking as he opened the back door and peered around. When he saw that no one was outside, he jogged downwards, tugging slightly at his belt on the way. Ponyboy's eyes started to follow his backside, but he stopped as he remembered he'd have to leave a "note."

Darry and Soda,

Me and Johnny went for another walk. Be back in an hour or two.

Pony

Ponyboy read the note over again, humorously wondering when his brothers were going to get suspicious. They'd been going for "walks" for almost a year. As far as Sodapop and Darry knew, they simply followed the swell of the hill to the side of the creek and walked down there. What they didn't know is that Ponyboy and Johnny had found an old beat up car just over the peak of the hill, behind a big bush, and both had thought it would be perfect to mess around in.

Most of the car had been broken into, all windows gone, almost every part of it stolen, except the frame and the seats.

Ponyboy had decided, all of thirty seconds after finding the car, that the broken-out windows would just not do if they were going to do anything in there. Johnny pleaded with him, saying that he had no idea how he could fix them, but Ponyboy simply wouldn't step into it until the windows were covered.

"No, Johnny, I am not doing anything in that car until you find something to put on those windows!" Ponyboy yelled, irritation flowing off of him in pulses.

"Pony, it's behind a bush! Who's gonna see?" Johnny tried to reason.

"I will not have my bare ass hanging out of those windows, and until they're covered you can forget about doing anything with me!"

Ponyboy had then stormed off, and Johnny had thought they were close to breaking up. Devastated, he went to the lot and plopped down on a pile of thrown out cloth.

"Where'd these come from?" Johnny asked himself as he stood off of the fabric, pulling some of it up and inspecting it. They looked to be old sheets. They were dingy and had a couple of worn holes in them, but otherwise looked and smelled as if they'd just been washed. Johnny grabbed up the sheets, there turned out to be five in all, and threw them into the back seat of the old car. Seeing that they were painfully thin, he figured he could paint them the color of the car, or close at least. It would make being in the car more comfortable for Ponyboy, of that Johnny was sure.

The next day, he thumbed a ride to the gas station.

"Hey, Steve, Soda; do you guys have any blue or grey paint?" Johnny asked as he arrived, excitement in his voice.

"Nope, don't think so, kid." Steve said, wiping his hands on his front.

"Wait, yeah we do. 'Member? That old guy asked for the bluish paint, but he had Alzheimer's, and got the color wrong?"

"Ahh, yeah. And boss got super pissed 'cause we ordered all that paint but couldn't send it back."

"Do you guys still have it?" Johnny asked, anxiously.

"Yeah, see that big box over there?" Steve pointed at a cardboard box with gibberish numbers and letters on it, Johnny nodded. "That's the one."

Johnny grabbed four cans, just in case, and Soda gave him a ride home. Ponyboy's brother had questions, but Johnny didn't answer any of them, replying robotically that he was simply bored and wanted to paint. Thanking his friend, Johnny checked the time on the dashboard before he got out.

12:23. He had almost three hours to fix the windows on the car and have it perfect by the time Ponyboy came home from school.

Working hastily, he laid out all the sheets and using his switch blade, cut out six roughly sized segments. He then painted each of them, making odd bluish-grey squares in the grass around them. He held up each piece to the window he'd cut it for and, satisfied with the sizes, walked into the house to find something to secure them. Glancing at the clock, he saw that it was a little after two. Panicking slightly, he grabbed a roll of duct tape and sprinted down the hill. The windshield, back windshield, front seat windows, and the back seat window facing the forest, Johnny taped the fabric on all four sides. The remaining window, he secured just the top and let it fall free.

By then, he heard a faint whistling, and a scrape of sneakers on sidewalk. Ponyboy was home from school, and before he knew what was happening, he was being dragged off down the hill.

"Where are we going, Johnny?" Ponyboy huffed as he was being pulled by the hand.

"I have a surprise for you." Johnny smiled to himself, hoping desperately that Ponyboy would be happy with the covered vehicle.

Thinking he was going to be romanced into the exposed car, Ponyboy replied a little coldly, "I told you I ain't getting in that damned car until you fix the--" Ponyboy faded off when he saw the car, covered completely except for one window. "W-windows... you fixed 'em?" Ponyboy's eyes were wide.

Proud of himself, Johnny smiled and laced their hands together.. "Mmhm," He hummed.

Ponyboy recalled that evening quite well. They'd made love for the first time in the newly covered car, and when they got back Darry and Soda had been furious.

"Where the hell have you been?" Darry yelled to the blushing Ponyboy and Johnny, who thought they'd been caught.

"We went for a walk, Dar." Johnny said cooly, the purple tinge in his cheeks evaporating quickly. He was turning on his police face.

Ponyboy recalled that Darry didn't look like he believed them, but he ate the story and was satisfied.

Kind of a filler, but it does make a bit of progress.

This chapter has been finished for a while, but unfortunately my best friend's mother passed away recently, and it's been hard. Updates will be coming a bit faster now that I've introduced the car.

Rest In Peace, Veronica. This chapter is for you.