A/N: Please forgive me for not updating in a while, I was really busy for these past couple of weeks. Anyway, let's get on with the story! :)

Disclaimer: I do NOT own The Outsiders.

Different Feelings

Chapter Seven

The Dominant Soda Comes Out

I thought Soda was gonna immediately agree with me, but he just looked at me with a shocked look on his face. His hands were still gripping my waist, and his face was just inched from mine.

Then, in a flash, his surprised face was replaced by a lustful gaze, and he knew what that look did to me. Then he spoke so low, I had to lean in just a little more to hear him. "What did you just say?"

His warm breath tickled my face, and I shuddered. Then, oh so slowly, I felt both of his hands leaving my waist, trailing down to my hips, down my thighs, and between my legs, circling the front of my now uncomfortably tight jeans. "Huh? I can't hear you." Then he gently cupped my crouch.

"Oh!" I gasped. I felt a lustful sensation run up and down my body, making me buck my hips towards his hand. My breath was now coming out in quick gasps, and my hands were gripping his shoulders tightly as I rolled my head to the side, desperate for more.

As I was enjoying the ride, his hand was gone, I whimpered and opened my eyes to find Soda's face, just centimeters away from mine.

His eyes were the color of a star-less sky, and he kept rubbing his lips against mine. "Ponyboy," he hissed through his clenched teeth, "I'm not gonna ask you again. What. Did. You. Just. Say?" He matched each syllable with the thrust of his hips, making my knees weak. If one of his hands weren't pressed against my hand, I would've already fell to my knees.

My brain was halfway shut down because the sensation of lust and need was beginning to fog it up. "I. . . um, said that-Oh God, yes. . . if we could-Oh!-Go in the room, and rip off our-Ah!" I couldn't get to finish my sentence because Soda already picked me up, with my legs wrapped around his waist. He nearly ran to the room.

Once we got inside, he shut the door behind us, and nearly threw me on the bed. Then he got on top of me, while supporting his weight, and started kissing me everywhere; My lips, my cheeks, my ears, my nose.

My moans were coming out in desperate pleas, begging for more. I bucked my hips to meet his in long, slow strokes, trying to find some type of release. "Fuck," he groaned loudly in my ear, "hearing you moan and plea like this, it's making me hard like a rock." I knew he was telling the truth too, because I felt his steel hard member rubbing up against mine. His name left my lips when I felt him getting up and off the bed.

I lifted my head up to see what he was doing, but he was only staring at me, with that gaze that made my body tremble and shake. Then his hand trailed down slowly to his crouch, and he began rubbing himself.

I nearly cried because, seeing Soda touching himself was the most hottest thing I've ever seen. And because I was jealous of his hand.

He was still looking at me while he was playing with himself. The only sounds you could hear were Soda's groans and growls,and my moans and whimpers.

Then he finally spoke in between one of his growls, "Take your shirt off, baby." I quickly obeyed. I gripped the bottom of the fabric in between my small hands, and lifted it over my head, and threw it across the room.

"Touch your nipples for me, Pone." He started unbuttoning his pants to touch himself through his boxers. From my spot I could still see the brown hairs under his belly button, that lead to the south region.

I would've been embarrassed about what he was asking me, but I was too hot and horny to care. I took each nipple in between my fingers, and rubbed and tweaked at them, until they started to feel like little pebbles under my hands. Instead of it being my hands, I pretended that it was Soda's doing the job. My head was thrashing under the comforter.

I put the tips of my fingers in my mouth, and gently sucked on each one, getting them nice and moist. "Damn, baby. Your makin' it really hard for me to not take right there." I gasped lightly at his words.

I took my fingers out of my mouth, which were soaked of my saliva, and started tweaking my already hard nipples again. I gasped out loud as the warm saliva met them, and it just made my jeans tighter and tighter.

"God, you're so hard. Are you hard for me, baby?" Soda asked through his labored breathing.

"YES!" Oh, Soda!" Then all of a sudden, I felt rough, urgent hands gripping at my jeans, trying to discard them immediately. I lifted my hips up so it could be easier, and once they were off, Soda took one of his hands and dug them into my underwear, and gripped my throbbing erection.

"Oh, fuck yes!" The feeling of Soda's hand on my member felt like pure bliss. It was the most best feeling I've ever felt. I tried doing the same to Soda, but he just grabbed both of my hands and put them over my head. He whispered in my ear, "No. This is all about you." And he quickened his pace. I bucked my hips up to his hand helplessly, trying to get some release.

Then, all of the sounds around me was suddenly blocked out, and all I saw was a blinding white light. After a couple more strokes, my body started to shake, and my mouth was wide open, except no sound was coming out. This is what a orgasm feels like.

I cried out Soda's name as I shuddered my release. My hot seed exploded everywhere; the sheets, my stomach, Soda's hand. His strokes started to slow down, and so did my breathing. I opened my eyes to find Soda smiling down at me. Then he took his hand, and started to slowly lick my cum off of him. I bit my bottom lip.

When he was done, he said, "Mmm. . . you taste better than chocolate cake. I'll never get tired of your taste." I blushed as he let go of my arms, and then he leaned in to kiss me. I wrapped both my arms around his neck, and wrapped both of my legs around his waist, trying to pull him down with me.

When he plunged his hot tongue in my mouth, I started to taste the salt from my seed.

While we were still wrapped up in our kiss, I suddenly heard the sound of the front door closing, and the voices of Darry, Two-Bit, and Steve calling out our names.

Uh-oh.

I know, I suck at writing lemons, but hey, I tried.

A/N: And while you're still on the computer, read ILovePepsi2's "Is My Hair Grayin, Yet?" I love stories when Pony's a baby!

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~Lilac Thunder