Hello, all! Here's a fresh chapter I had been working on for a little while now. Thanks to creekblues for the kind review and motivation to finish this chapter! I've been super busy working two jobs this summer so I haven't had time to update, but I'll only be working one now so hopefully more of this will come. Anyways, here's some slash. Love you all

All I could think about was Andy. I was sitting at my desk in third period English, desperately trying to focus on what my teacher was yammering on about, but my mind was plagued and I couldn't think of anything else. What was he up to? Whose car was he cruising around in? Who was he dating?
I let my gaze wander to the door leading to the hallway, which was wide open. I saw a few other freshmen walking around and I watched lazily, not totally realizing that I was even looking at them. My eyes widened to the size of saucers when Andy suddenly appeared in the door frame. I jumped out of my skin, but kept my eyes fixed on Andy. He lifted a finger to his lips, signaling for me to keep my mouth shut. Fine by me. I watched in amazement as Andy beckoned to me, and I frantically shoved all of my books and papers into my backpack. I ignored the stares from the other students and even he protests from the teacher. I was out of my seat and out the door in what felt like a millisecond.

"Hey," I said as I joined Andy in the hallway.

He looked up and down the halls both to the left and right of us, before following with, "Hey, kid."

"You, umm.. wanted me to join you?"

"Oh, yeah, yeah," Andy agreed, sounding distracted. He grabbed me firmly but gently and led me outside with him. I let him pull me by my collar practically the entire way there. Why was I such a pussy?

"So whose car are we taking today?" I asked.

"Mine," Andy followed, jingling a set of keys in his palm. I started kicking myself for not noticing, while at the same time beating myself up for being so self-conscious. This was such hard work and I didn't understand it. Holding a conversation had never been so difficult before but with Andy, I had to think before I spoke. I absolutely could not slip up.

"Oh, y-yeah, sorry. Should have figured."

Andy furrowed his brow and shook his head, dismissing my apology. Finally, Andy and I got to the big double doors at the entrance to the high school. After glancing around again to make sure there were no witnesses, Andy lead me out the doors. As soon as we were outside, Andy put a cigarette in his mouth and pointed out a beautiful black shiny hot-rod parked near the very front of the school. Leave it to Andy to have a shitty house but an amazing car. I opened the door and slipped into the passenger seat, all the while marveling at how fucking tuff his car was. He even looked fucking tuff just getting into his car.

Andy puffed his cig and shut the driver side door. I pulled out a cigarette too, just trying to feel more comfortable. I had a lot of trouble relaxing around Andy. Once we pulled out of the school parking lot and drove a few miles, Andy pulled onto a scenic country road. He turned and smiled at me a few times while driving, a lazy but content smile. I beamed right back, just thrilled that Andy had made the effort to hangout with me himself. And alone, for that matter.

I was definitely enjoying the beautiful roads we were cruising on, but after ten or so minutes I was getting a little spooked. Andy was still driving around on those country roads and I had no idea where he was headed. There were fields with cows and horses grazing and this did beat school, but I was actually worrying by the time Andy pulled over into a cornfield and turned off the car.

"Umm... what are you doing?" I asked shakily.

"Just stopping for a little bit," Andy replied. He relaxed back into his seat. I nodded and leaned back in my seat a little bit too, trying my very best to calm down. I was about to realize why that wasn't going to happen. "So, Pony. You into girls?"

I was shocked at the forwardness of his question, which kind of caused me to improvise... badly. "Yeah, of course. W-why not. Sure."

Andy straight up laughed. "You wanna try again?"

"No, thank you," I said, hanging my head.

"Hey, hey." Andy put his hand under my chin and lifted my face to gaze into my eyes. "Whoever said I wanted you to be?" I shot a puzzled look his way until he fucking closed the distance between our faces and kissed me hard on the mouth. I saw stars and tried my best to kiss back, but I honestly just had no experience. That didn't seem to bother Andy at all. He guided me, almost coached my movements. I was feeling a growing heat in my groin when Andy gripped my hair and pulled me closer to whisper in my ear, "Get in the back."

"What?" I choked out.

Andy growled and tugged on my hair harder. "Get in the back of the car. Before I make you."

Before wasting any more time, I awkwardly crawled into the backseat from my seat at the front. Andy stepped out of the driver seat and shut it hard behind him. He opened the door to the back of his car and my breath hitched. Andy looked me up and down ravenously and then knelt down to unbutton my jeans. My dick was starting to hurt, this was too amazing. I let Andy tug my jeans off of me, kicking off my shoes too.

Andy finally climbed into the backseat with me, lowering himself on top of me and kissing me hard. Fast, shaky hands reached between us to unbutton Andy's jeans and I felt his class ring scratch my belly with force. I winced, adrenaline pumping through me wildly. I didn't exactly know what was happening, or why I was into it, but it just felt so good. Andy knew exactly what to do and how to do it.

Andy ripped off his shirt and I stared at his chest and stomach in amazement. He was built of lean muscle and there were light dustings of honey colored hair along his pecs and abs. He growled and buried his face in my neck. I felt a slight tickling sensation, and was just about to start giggling from it when Andy suddenly bit down on my throat, hard. I let out embarrassing little sighs and gripped onto Andy's hair. His cologne wafted from his neck to my nose and I wondered how perfume could ever turn somebody on.

When Andy had decided that he was finished playing with my neck, he moved to my nipples. I looked down and watched Andy slowly lick over my left nipple before catching it in his teeth and biting down lightly. I never knew that I was into that, but damn, was I into it. When I came to my senses, I realized that I had been moaning intensely.

What was going to happen next? What was Andy going to do? I felt a little bit woozy and although I didn't want to seem uncool, I also was starting to get really nervous. What if it hurt? What if I was bad?

"Andy," I whispered, lightly gripping him and praying for him to stop.

"Mmm... yeah?" he sang in my ear. He bit my lobe gently and I was so utterly confused by the pounding in my head and in my groin.

"Andy... s-stop," I whispered.

Andy lifted his head suddenly. "What? You good, Ponyboy?" He looked taken aback, like he wasn't expecting my reaction at all. I wasn't either, to be honest.

"I've never, umm.. I've never done this before," I whispered, defeated.

Andy laughed and buried his face in my neck again. "I know. I love it."

"W-Well maybe we should just... wait," I squeaked.

"Oh." Andy raised his eyebrows. His brows then knitted and he climbed off of me. Andy reached into the front seat and grabbed his cigarettes, lighting one without even bothering to button his pants back up. I felt like shit. But part of me knew that I would have felt even worse if I had just let Andy do whatever. I pushed myself up on my elbows and watched Andy smoke for a minute or two before deciding to button up my pants and crawl back into the passenger seat.

I waited there while Andy paced around the car and smoked his cigarette in a hurry. My heart was pounding and I was terrified that I had just ruined everything. Who was I kidding. A guy like him... wait? Wait for what?

I was startled out of my thoughts when the driver's side door swung open and Andy sunk into the seat. He shut the door and looked over at me.

"I'm sorry," I said immediately.

"For what?" Andy asked, a slight smile tugging at his lips.

"For not being tuff."

"Who said tuff meant letting just anyone drill you the first chance they get?" Andy countered.

My face lit up.