HELLO! I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as you enjoyed the first. Sorry for such a long wait, it wasn't like I was busy doing something else, trust me; I was too focused on this chapter, like ya cant tell by how long it is right. Thank you all for the many reviews and comments as well as the faves! R&R, please and thank you!
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Ponyboy crept out of bed, practically dragging himself to the bathroom. Everything felt like it took so much effort, from washing his face and greasing his hair to getting dressed.
"Ponyboy?" Soda groaned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes "Why ya up so early?" he asked groggily as he sat up, the blanket dripping off his bare chest and lay a pool around his waist.
"It's 9:24 Soda, its not that early." Pony explained as he pulled on a pair of socks.
"9:24? What's today?" Soda asked, nearly laughing as he watched his baby brother bounce around on one foot as he tried to put on a sock.
"It's Saturday, why?" Ponyboy asked as he wobbled around before falling on his butt with an "Ooof".
"Good I can sleep in then, don't have work 'til 11:00." Soda said before collapsing back down onto the bed. "Wake me up when Steve's here." Steve. Ponyboy tried to push the thoughts of the incident between the both of them out, but they just kept flooding back. Drunk or not, he still did it.
"Kay." Ponyboy managed to say before he walked out of the room, closing the door behind him, then making his way downstairs. Pony couldn't help the smile that formed on his lips as he drank in the sight of the shifty eyed , ruthless, uncaring, conniving, sly, devious, and rough necked sleeping Dallas Winston. Though he may be all those things, he could still smile and laugh without it benefiting from others' pain and misfortune, on occasions. Ponyboy was completely powerless against himself as he leant over the arm of the couch, 'Stop! What are you doing?!' Ponyboy screamed at himself, his face hovering just inches above Dally's. He caved, pressing his lips against Dally's in a chaste kiss, and then quickly pulling away, a familiar blush forming on his cheeks. He made his way to the kitchen hurriedly, not believing what he had just done. He scuttled around the kitchen, collecting the materials that he would need to fix himself something to eat, trying to get his mind off it. Glancing over to the kitchen table he spotted a small piece of paper next to a ten dollar bill, as he picked up the paper he read,
Soda, or, Pony,
Pick up milk, bread, sugar, flour, and chocolate milk from store.
I won't be home until late tonight, heat up the leftovers in the fridge when
you get hungry.
Thanks, Darry.
Ponyboy stuffed the note and money in his pocket before continuing on with what he was doing.
Icy blue eyes creaked open, only to be singed by the sun's rays as they streamed in through the window.
"Gaaah!" Dallas groaned in pain, quickly throwing an arm over his face, in an attempt to shield his eyes from the blazing and blinding sunlight. Hearing a giggle coming from the kitchen, he quickly snapped his head in the direction he heard it from; catching a glimpse of auburn hair before it disappeared back behind the wall. A smirk rolling across his lips as he clambered his way off the couch. His long strides across the living room soon brought him to his prize - which happened to be in the process of cooking. His long arms wrapping around the boy's waist, pulling him hard against himself, making the smaller teen gasp. "Ya laughin' at me?" the hood growled out playfully, pressing his lips close to the boy's ear.
"No." Ponyboy replied, trying to hide his blush as he continued to cook as the blond ran his lips over his neck, shuddering in response.
"'Cause I don't take too kindly ta people that laugh at me." he snarled false threateningly into Pony's ear, his hands gripping the boy's upper arms in a firm grip; pulling him even harder against him, his hot breath fanning over Pony's neck as he lightly pressed his lower half against Ponyboy's rear. "'Cause I don't see anyone else, so it must'a been you." he said, turning the stove off, turning the boy around. "So are ya lyin' ta me? Is that it, huh? 'Cause I got ways of makin' ya talk."
"Watta'ya gonna do?" Ponyboy asked nervously, biting his bottom lip as he stared up at the older teen, his blush deepening in color when he noticed Dally was only in his underwear.
"What am I gonna do?" Dally asked as he leaned down, his voice sounding threatening and more lust filled as he spoke hotly into Pony's ear, holding him in a tighter grasp and closer to his hard body, casting him a rather leering gaze with his icy blue eyes. "Oh, I'll tell ya what I'm gonna do," Dallas said, dragging his hands down the boy's soft arms roughly, placing them tightly on his hips and pulling him harder against himself. "I'm gonna spank ya" he growled. Before Ponyboy could even question, he found himself bent over the kitchen table with his ass in the air.
"Ahh!" Ponyboy yelped at the hand that came down on his rear, yelping again as the same hand came down harder in the exact spot. "Ah, Dally!" Ponyboy nearly moaned arching his back as he gripped the table; making his ass rise in doing so, enduring the rest of his punishment.
"Now," Dally paused, pulling Ponyboy off the table and turning him around so he could face him "did you laugh?" he asked threateningly. "'Cause I have plenty of other ways of gettin' you talkin.'" he said in an almost southern like drawl as he hooked two fingers into the front of the auburn's jeans, his thumb circling around the metal button that clasped the piece of clothing together.
"I laughed." Pony confessed, unsure if he wanted to go through anymore torture.
"Speak up I can't hear ya, what was that son?" Dally asked, grabbing the boy's sore bottom.
"Ahhh! I-it was m-me! I laughed!" Ponyboy yelped in surprise, his eyes widening to saucers as his hands had a death grip on the edge of the table. "Unmph." he groaned when the hand tightened suddenly.
"That's all I wanted to know." Dally purred as he nipped the boy's ear lightly, letting his hand slip away from Pony's rear. "So, what were ya cookin'?" he asked as he stared down at the frying pan at the uncooked eggs.
"I was makin' breakfast, ya want any?" Pony asked lightly, still blushing like mad as he took his place in front of the stove timidly; still recovering from his 'punishment' and still a bit embarrassed.
"Sure," Dallas called from the living room, garbing himself in his dirty clothes from the day before. "If you don't mind that is." he said as he sauntered back into the kitchen.
"Ya know you don't have to wear your dirty clothes." Ponyboy commented as he glanced at the blonde as he continued to cook.
"Ponyboy! I'm surprised at you!" Dallas gasped, looking at a very bewildered Ponyboy. "You little pervert! I'm not goin' ta walk around naked, you should be ashamed! What do you have to say for yourself?" Dally asked, folding his arms over his chest. Acting completely out of character, 'This seems like some shit Two-Bit would do.' Dallas thought to himself, smirking as he stared at a speechless Ponyboy.
"That's not what I meant!" Pony exclaimed "You can borrow an old pair of clothes from Darry!" Ponyboy explained, trying to defend himself.
"Right, I know what you really meant." Dallas said slyly, his eyes in slits as he stared at the smaller greaser. Ponyboy just shook his head and continued to cook.
"Get me a plate, please," Ponyboy said, turning the stove off. Dally did as he was told, handing it to the youngest Curtis "thanks." he said, taking the dish from the blond, plopping the omelet on it then handing it back.
"Helllll-oooo!" Two-Bit called in, popping his head in.
"In here!" Pony called "Don't slam the-!"
SLAAM!
"Door." Ponyboy grumbled.
"Too late." Two-Bit chuckled, walking into the kitchen. "Hey Dal," Two-Bit said, slapping the blond on the back, going to the fridge and pulling out the chocolate cake, cutting himself a slice then taking a seat next to Dally.
"Two-Bit, use a plate, you're gettin' crumbs all over the table." Ponyboy said, putting a plate down on the table in front of the greaser.
"Fine." Two-Bit said with a mouth full of cake, placing the slice down on the dish. Watching as Pony began to clean up the kitchen, his eyes setting on the boy's ass, loving how Ponyboy looked bent over. Two-Bit wasn't the only one starring. Dally glared at Two-Bit, kicking him under the table. "Ow." he hissed, glaring back at Dally "What the heck?" he asked, rubbing his sore shin.
"You know what." Dally said, sticking a piece of omelet in his mouth. Two-Bit stared at him false confusedly, but then smirked.
"You can't blame me man." his smirk widening to his Cheshire cat smile, placing his hands behind his head, glancing at Ponyboy who was in his own little world; his head in the clouds - completely oblivious to the two.
"Yer right, I cant," Dally nodded, smirking at Two-Bit "but I can kick your ass." Two-Bit snapped his head around, his mouth stuffed with cake, making his cheeks puff out.
"Hm?" Two-Bit questioned, cocking his head to the side. 'Why would he care if I looked at Ponyboy, let alone kick my ass? It's not like he likes Pony, or does he?' Two-Bit thought to himself. A huge smile spreading across his face when it came to him, making the cake slip out between the spaces in his teeth and down his chin. Dally scooted away from him, his features contorted with disgust.
"Eww, Two-Bit," Ponyboy laughed "that's gross." he continued to laugh, giving him a napkin, which the greaser kindly took, wiping the cake off his face.
SLAAM!
"Hey!" Pony shouted, annoyed that another person slammed the door, looking into the living room, he found Johnny. "Oh, hey Johnnycakes," he said happily "sorry for yellin' at ya." Ponyboy apologized, knowing full well that Johnny gets yelled at enough at his own house.
"It's alright" Johnny said, sitting down next to Dally at the table.
"You want anythin' Johnny; I was gonna make myself some eggs. Ya want any?" Pony asked as he scrambled two eggs in the frying pan with the flat part of the spatula, having turned the stove back on.
"Uh, nah. That's all right." Johnny said, slouching in his chair. Ponyboy finished making his breakfast, setting it on the table before sitting down to eat it.
"Ya got any beer?" Two-Bit asked as he rummaged through the fridge, having gotten up from his seat.
"It should be in the back." Pony said, taking a mouth full of egg into his mouth.
"I can't find it." Two-Bit whined, continuing to rummage through the fridge.
"Then look harder." Dally said, lighting a cigarette.
"What does it look like I'm doin'?" Two- Bit asked.
"It looks like you want me ta kick ya in the ass." Dallas hissed, puffing on his weed.
"Here, get a better view." Two-Bit chuckled as he wiggled his butt back and forth, making Ponyboy and Johnny laugh.
"Oh please, no one wants ta see your nasty ass." Dally scoffed.
"Hey! I take offense ta that." Two-Bit said somewhat sarcastically.
"Well it sure as hell wasn't a complement." Dallas smirked, sucking on his cigarette.
"But Dal, how would know what Two-Bit's ass looks like?" Ponyboy asked in complete seriousness. That really stumped the hood; he didn't know how to answer the brainy lil' Curtis, so he did it the way he knew best.
"Shut up, and don't ask stupid questions, okay." Dally said with a bit of edge. Ponyboy shrugged and continued eating his breakfast; he was used to answers like that- especially from Dally.
SLAAAAM!
Ponyboy visibly shuddered. There could be only one more greaser to come to this house. Steve Randle. Pony didn't even yell at him for slamming the door, not to mention that he slammed the door even harder than Two-bit or Johnny; obviously trying to get Pony's attention. He was more than reluctant to be in the same room as him let alone walk past him to get upstairs to his and Soda's room. He'd have to face him eventually, might as well get it over with. Ponyboy took light but quick steps into the living room, passing Steve then nearly running up the stairs, barging into the bedroom where his brother still lay asleep.
"Soda, get up, Steve's here" Pony said as he shook his brother's shoulder before plopping down next to his brother.
"Five more minutes." Soda groaned, putting the pillow over his head.
"No." Pony chuckled. Finding it funny that his second eldest brother was acting like a seven year old. Not giving up in his attempts, he shook his brother again.
"Four more minutes?" Soda asked, still not moving from his spot.
"No." Ponyboy sighed, shaking his brother harder, now with both hands.
"Three more minutes?" Soda pleaded, pulling the blanket over his shoulder.
"Soda, ya told me ta wake you up when Steve was here, and he is, so get up." Ponyboy said as he shook his brother harder. No happier than his brother to be waking him up 'Believe me Soda, if Steve weren't here, I wouldn't be up here botherin' ya.' Ponyboy thought ruefully.
"… Two more minutes?" Soda begged.
"Soda!" Pony exclaimed "C'mon Sodapop, ya gotta get up." Pony said as he shook his brother again.
"No I don't." he mumbled as he stuffed his face deeper into the mattress.
"C'mon pal, get up." Steve said, leaning against the door frame. Pony's head whipped around so fast he thought his face would rip off do to the speed.
'How long has he been standin' there?' Pony thought to himself as he stared at Steve wide eyed.
"Fine," Soda gave in, pulling himself up from the bed. "I just need ta take a shower and get dressed is all." he said as he walked out of the room, leaving Steve and Ponyboy alone.
"So," Steve began to say, kicking the door closed behind him with a loud bang, making Pony jump. "looks like were all alone." he said slowly, approaching Ponyboy cautiously. A disgusting look pierced his face as he continued to approach the younger greaser. Pony shifted uneasily on the bed as Steve began to near him, his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn't take it anymore, he had to get out, and he had to get away. Ponyboy shot up from the bed, darting past Steve as he tried to grab a hold of him, making it to the door and twisting the knob, pulling it open just a crack, only to be slammed closed from behind him forcibly by two large hands crashing up against it. "Pony, I just wanted ta talk to ya about last night," Steve said as he looked down at the smaller boy, watching as he turned around to face him. Ponyboy stared up at Steve, unsure of what to do or say. "I didn't mean ta do those things to ya," Steve explained, looking into Pony's eyes. 'I meant ta do more.' Steve thought to himself, inwardly smirking. "I was drunk, I didn't know what I was doin,'" Steve continued, lying through his teeth. 'If Dally hadn't of come in, I would have taken you right then and there.' Steve thought, gripping Ponyboy's chin in his fingers, tilting his head up so he could see the boy's face, 'I would've fucked you so hard.' he thought maliciously as he stared at Ponyboy. "ya gotta believe me," Steve said, "do ya forgive me?" his voice almost pleading. The room fell silent; the air was thick, almost solid, making it so hard to breathe.
"I forgive you." Pony said, his voice just a murmur as he looked away, his chin slipping out from Steve's fingers. He couldn't help but feel that Steve was lying, but he pushed it to the back of his mind. 'Maybe he really is sorry; he was drunk after all…' Ponyboy thought, looking back at Steve. He gasped when his lips met Steve's in a light kiss. 'When did he get that close?!' Pony attempted to pull away, but ended up pressing himself to the door, practically letting Steve get closer to him. Before he could shove Steve off, he pulled away, letting go of him.
KNOCK! KNOCK!
"Hey, can I come in?" Soda asked from the other side of the door. Ponyboy turned around quickly, yanking the door open and darted past Soda and down the stairs, nearly knocking him over. Pony's feet slapped against the floor as he made his way to the kitchen.
"Hey Pony," Johnny greeted when Pony stumbled into the kitchen "ya doin anything today?" he asked.
"I don't think so, what'cha have in mind?" Ponyboy said, sitting down at the table across from Johnny and Dally; he'd go anywhere just to get away from Steve.
"Well, me and Johnny were gonna go over to the Nightly Double when it gets dark, but in the mean time, we were gonna walk around town or somethin'," Dallas said, puffing on a cigarette. "you in?" he asked, blowing out a smoke cloud.
"Sure," Ponyboy said more than happy "lets go." he said getting out of his seat.
"Whoa, hold up," Dally said as he still sat in his chair "I still need ta take a shower."
"JESUS!" Two-Bit shouted as he gripped the table with his hands, causing the table to shake as well as the dishes on it, getting everyone's attention. "I didn't know you took showers! What kinda soap ya usin' cause I don't think its workin' too good?!" he laughed hysterically, pounding the table with his fist, making Ponyboy and Johnny laugh. Dally on the other hand, not so much.
"Ya know," Dally paused, looking up at the ceiling "yer right Two-Bit, I don't take showers. I take baths." he said with a straight face, making Two-Bit snicker. Until saying, "Bloodbaths." he ground out between his teeth as he glared at the other boy. In all honesty, Two-Bit was shittin' bricks he was so scared, but he just could not stop from saying what he had to. He just had to, if he didn't, he might've just died. If Dally didn't kill him first.
"What are ya?" Two-Bit chuckled, trying to suppress his laughter "A vampire?" he asked before continuing to say, " I'm count Dallasula, and I vant to suck your blo-" but before he could finish, he was cut off from a boot colliding with his face. "Ow!" he yelped, grabbing where the boot hit.
"I got another one right here," Dallas smirked, lifting his foot up. "now give it back, I need that." Two-Bit did as he was commanded, tossing it back to its owner.
"No need ta show me, I believe ya." Two-Bit said, rubbing his sore face. 'Man, he must really want Ponyboy!' Two-Bit thought to himself. 'Hope he doesn't mind a little competition.' Two-Bit smiled inwardly. He watched as the three other greasers walked out of the room, his eyes set mainly on Ponyboy.
"Has anyone seen my-!" Soda shouted as he ran down the stairs, but was cut off by Pony shouting,
"Hall closet!" shaking his head at his older brother, "Really Soda, your DX shirt is almost always in there if its not in our room, ya know Darry irons it from time to time." Ponyboy scolded lightly.
"Almost, not always, almost always." Soda retorted with a smirk as he pulled on his work shirt, walking into the kitchen and cutting himself a slice of cake to have for breakfast.
"Sup Sodapop." Two-Bit greeted as he sipped on his beer, watching as Soda nodded at him; his mouth having been too stuffed with cake to utter any words.
"C'mon, we gotta get goin' if we wanna get ta work on time." Steve said as he slapped his friend on the back, guiding him to the door as he glared at Dally walking up the stairs who glared back. Their gaze was soon broken as Steve stepped through the front door, and with that, Steve Randle was out of the house.
"Pony, how do ya work your shower?!" Dallas called from upstairs, sounding a bit irritated.
"You just turn the knobs, and then pull the pin!" Ponyboy shouted up the stairs.
"Ha Ha, real funny, come show me!" he shouted back. Ponyboy sighed as he made his way up the stairs, finding it very unbelievable that an eighteen year old doesn't know how to work a shower.
'Maybe he really doesn't take showers.' Pony mused as he made it to the bathroom. "What were you having trouble with?" he asked the blond, leaning over the tub and turning the knob labeled with a big red H; spurting out water into the tub below. "You turn this knob," he said after doing so "Then you pull the little pin," Pony instructed as he pulled the silver pin in the faucet like part up; causing steamy, hot water to spew out of the shower head. "That should be good." Ponyboy said, more to himself than to Dally as he leaned back up, looking at Dally "Did you really need me to tell you that?" he asked. The older greaser gave him a sly smirk,
"No, just wanted ya to myself for a lil' bit." Dallas purred as he stroked the boy's temple as he brushed a lock of soft, auburn greased hair behind the young greaser's ear before kissing him lightly on the cheek. A blush quickly splashing its way across the boy's soft cheeks, bringing a smile to Pony's lips, his eyes averting to the floor in slight embarrassment.
"I-I'll go get some clothes from Darry's room" Pony said, stumbling a bit on his words, walking out of the room to his eldest brother's room. After rummaging around in the closet for a good while, he found some 'decent'- decent, as in Dally will wear them with out a complaint- clothing; a black muscle shirt, a new pair of underwear, a new pair of socks, and an old pair of somewhat worn out, faded, blue jeans. Making his way back to the bathroom with the bundle in his arms, opening the door with some difficulty do to the inability to use his hands. "Dally?" Pony asked, suddenly engulfed by steam as he stepped in, taking a few more steps in, placing the bundle on the closed toilet seat, and looking towards the shower when the water stopped.
"Could ya get me a towel, Pon?" the blond asked from behind the shower curtain.
Pony snatched a towel from the rack "Here ya go." he said, pressing the large cloth to the shower curtain for the older greaser. The curtain flung open, revealing a naked Dallas Winston.
"Thanks." Dallas said, completely unaware of Pony's staring as he dried himself off. "What?" he asked, finally noticing Pony's eyes on him. His voice snapping the young greaser out of a trance, and causing him to flush bright red.
"I, uh, um, sorry." Ponyboy squeaked. That made Dally chuckle; he never knew Ponyboy could squeak like a little mouse, it was rather cute.
"What for?" Dallas asked, a slight growl to his voice, his eyes flashing with lust - darkening in color. Dallas Reached out with his wet, hot hand, making the young greaser yelp in surprise when a hand grabbed a hold of the front of his pants, making Dallas smirk as he yanked Ponyboy through the shower curtain by his jeans, pinning him to the tiled wall by his wrists. Ponyboy couldn't stop his eyes from wandering over Dally's wet, defined, hard, muscular chest; staring in awe as water dripped off the body in front of him as if it were sculpted perfectly from marble with each flawless curve, bend and dip of rough skin littered with scars. His blush deepening as his eyes wandered down lower Dally's body. Before Pony could look any lower his head was tilted up suddenly, bringing his emerald eyes up to stare into icy sapphire; their faces inches apart. "Ya like what ya see?" he teased, making Pony blush even more.
'Oh man.' Ponyboy thought to himself as his heart pounded in his chest, thudding so loud and so fast he thought it might burst, his breath coming out in soft pants, his eyes flashing with slight fear and complete excitement when the blonde moved closer to him.
'I can't.' Dallas was fighting himself; fighting the urge to kiss Ponyboy roughly, rip off those jeans and take him for himself, take that beautiful body he knew the small greaser had as his own as he stared into those green eyes that haunted him. 'I'm hard just thinkin' about it.' Dally thought to himself as he fought the raging urge inside of him; trying to suppress his want, trying so hard that his hands tightened around the smaller greaser's wrists in a bruising grip, making Pony whimper. The older greaser said nothing as he realized the simple truth of the matter; he couldn't resist Ponyboy, he couldn't stop his obsession with the green eyes and auburn hair. The hand that was on Pony's cheek slid to the back of his head, gripping a fist full of soft, auburn locks gently before he was pulled closely to the blond; their lower halves pressed tightly together. Dally continued to struggle with himself 'Dally stop! Ya can't do this ta Pony, he's not some greasy broad that you can have a one night stand with!' Dallas shouted at himself silently as he began to give in to his want; pressing his lips to Ponyboy's in a rough and feverish kiss, his hands slipping from Pony's thin wrists to his hips in a strong grip, crashing their groins together as he pulled the smaller boy away from the wall.
"Mmnnmph!" Pony groaned, wrapping his arms around the blonds' neck, giving Dally complete access to his mouth, which he selfishly took; plunging his tongue into the boy's hot cavern, ravaging the sweetness of the slick walls. Plundering and swirling his tongue in and out of Pony's mouth as he slid his rough hands up the boy's soft, flat abdomen, earning him a soft mewl. Ponyboy gasped as Dallas clamped his teeth down on his bottom lip with a sharp nip. "Dally." Pony moaned out breathlessly as the blond nibbled on his ear. That did it; Dally was on the edge before, but that threw him over.
"You're mine." Dally growled, shoving Pony up against the wall roughly, latching his mouth on to the boy's neck as he slid his hands further up the boy's shirt abrasively as he thrust his leg in between Pony's, eliciting a gasp from the smaller greaser.
BANG! BANG!
"Ya almost done in there!" Two-Bit shouted as he pounded his fist against the door. Both greasers jumped, pulling apart as they tried to regain composure. 'Dally better not be doin' what I think he is.' Two-Bit thought to himself.
"Uh, yeah be right out!" Ponyboy yelled as he stepped out of the shower, his voice a bit raspy, Dally stepped out behind him with a towel wrapped around his waist. Pony left Dally to get dressed, having seen enough of Dallas Winston's body for one day. Two-Bit looked him over, as if inspecting him when he came out or the bathroom. "Uh, Two-Bit. What's the deal?" Ponyboy asked, finding the greaser's intent starring odd.
"Oh, nothin,'" Two-Bit said with a shrug, nonchalantly stuffing his hands into his pockets, leaning against the door frame of the bathroom. Ponyboy turned to walk away, stepping away from the bathroom door. "Just wonderin', why ya were in the bathroom with Dally for so long." what Two-Bit said stopped Pony in his tracks. He turned around, looking at Two-Bit nervously, watching closely as the greaser stared back at him with an intense stare, watching as he lit a cigarette.
"I was just givin' 'em some clothes ta wear Two-Bit." Pony chuckled, trying to hide his nervousness. He knew he was a bad liar, but technically, he really wasn't, he just wasn't elaborating on the details. Two-Bit continued to suck on his cigarette, his eyes fixed on Ponyboy.
'I don't think that's the only thing you were givin 'em.' Two-Bit thought, puffing out a cloud of smoke, his eyes narrowing to slits as he stared at him.
"You're so strange Two-Bit." Ponyboy laughed, trying to act as if he didn't know what he was indicating. "See ya 'round." Pony said before walking down the stairs, not noticing the other greaser's eyes following him. Two-Bit jolted when the bathroom door crashed open, revealing a ticked off Dallas.
"Don't." Dally warned in a low voice as he shoved past Two-Bit, knocking him out of his slouching posture against the door frame to stand up straight in order to keep himself from stumbling backwards.
"Don't what?" Two-Bit asked, snatching the weed from between his teeth almost angrily.
"You know exactly what, Mathews." Dallas spit out his words as if they were venom, heading toward the stairs.
"Ya can't always get what ya want, Dal." Two-Bit nearly seethed, placing the weed back between his lips. Dallas stopped short, nearly tripping off the step he was on. His eyes met those of Two-Bits as he turned around, walked back up the few steps that he had taken, until he was face to face with Keith Mathews.
"I always get what I want. Always." Dally retorted, baring his teeth as he glared at the other. Two-Bit glared right back, clamping down on the butt of his cancer stick.
"Not this time." Two-Bit shook his head, folding his arms over his chest.
"Watta'ya talkin' about, clown?" Dally hissed, his anger rising. 'I can have whatever the fuck I want! Who the hell is he ta say what I can and cannot have?' Dallas thought. "I can have whatever the fuck I want, when I want it, where I want it, and how I want it." Dally snarled, gripping a fistful of Two-Bit's shirt, pulling him close.
"That's why. Ya can't do that; not this time." Two-Bit said, placing his hands over Dally's, trying to pry them off.
"Tch, just watch clown." Dallas scoffed, shoving Two-Bit away before carrying on his way.
"You'll break Dal. You're goanna break, and nothin' good is gonna come of it." Two-Bit called after the hood, only to be ignored.
'What does that idiot mean by break? Hell, I'm tough as nails. Fuck! I could eat nails and shit rails! I ain't gonna break! Nothin' can break me.' Dally thought bitterly, a scowl fused to his face as he stormed into the living room.
"So, we goin' or what?" came the sound of Johnny's timid voice. Dally's eyes snapped towards the two awaiting greasers. His cold stare melting away as a smirk slid over his face, watching as Two-Bit came down.
"Yeah, lets go." the hood said, opening the door before stepping out into the spring day, Johnny right behind, and Pony behind him. Dally looked back at Two-Bit, whom stared back from behind the screen door from in the house. A smirk slithering past his lips as he glanced mischievously at Ponyboy standing in front of him on the front steps, then back at the Mathews boy. Two-Bit's eyes went to slivers as he glared at the blond, his wonderment building as he waited anxiously for Dally to do something. He continued to watch as Dallas stepped down next to an oblivious Ponyboy, watching as the blond lifted an arm slightly behind the young Curtis brother and placing it lightly on the middle of Pony's back. His eyes widening as the hand slid down, grasping a hold of Ponyboy's ass cheek through the denim fabric of his pants. Two-Bit burned with rage as he watched the scene; loathing the soft gasp that Dally derived from the young greaser, disgusted by the pink haze that smothered Ponyboy's face as he stared up at Dally, sickened by the wolfish grin that the hood carried proudly, and angered by the 'ha ha' smirk that was aimed directly at him from the blond. He watched as the three of them walked away, nearly fuming with anger as he shot daggers at Dally's back.
The trio let their feet guide them along, not caring where they went or how they got there. They ended up at the near by park, walking across the green grass towards the swing-set.
"Dibs on this one!" Dally shouted as he darted to the swing of his choice, snatching the cool metal chain in his hand. Johnny followed Dally's actions, grabbing a hold of the swing beside the blond. Ponyboy came up short; his day dreaming having gotten the best of him, he hadn't heard a single word either of them had said. He jogged up to the swing-set, his eyes laying on the third swing as it still clung desperately to the top bar by one chain, its other arm lay broken and caked with dirt on the ground.
"Hey Pony, got a spot for ya right here." Dally chuckled as he patted his lap as he swung slowly in the swing. Pony's face flushed lightly as he walked over to the hood. "Ya gonna sit or what?" Dally asked as he stopped his swinging. Ponyboy rolled his eyes and turned around, timidly setting himself on the blonde's lap, his hands clutched tightly to Dally's knees as the hood began to push off of the ground with his feet, forcing the two of them backwards. Dally kicked his feet backwards then forwards, causing Ponyboy to loose his grip on the hood's knees, making him collapse against Dally's chest. As Dallas's feet continued to kick at the air, Pony began to slip from the blonde's lap as they rose higher and higher into the air. Before Ponyboy could fall off completely, a strong arm wrapped around his thin waist, securing him to the hard chest in back of him. "You're not slippin' away from me that easily." Dally whispered into the younger greaser's ear as he tightened his grip, making the younger blush.
"Why don't we go down to the drugstore in the shopping center n' get some Cokes."
Johnny suggested, breaking the other boys' concentration on one another.
"Uh, sure. Sounds good to me." Ponyboy said as he slid off the hood's lap after the blond slowed down enough. "What do you think Dal?" Pony asked, turning around to face the blond, whom was still sitting in the swing.
"Sure. Don't see why not." Dallas smirked as he stood up from the swing. "I'll buy, seein' as how you two 'probly don't have the money." Dally teased as they began their long walk.
After walking for a while, they arrived at the drugstore. The whole parking lot was nearly to the brim with greasers and hoods, all talking and reminiscing. Out of the crowd of greased heads, Dally managed to find Tim Shepard.
"Hey, Shepard!" the blond shouted as he made his way to his friend, turning many heads, all watching the three boys as they walked across the parking lot.
"What is it, Winston?" Tim asked as he leaned against his car with his arms crossed over his broad chest.
"Goin' over to the Nightly Double later, you in?" Dally asked, motioning to the two greasers with him. Tim looked over to the two greasers, then back to Dally.
"Sure." Tim shrugged, not really caring, seeing as how he had nothing else better to do. Dally turned and walked away with Johnny and Ponyboy towards the drugstore.
"Ladies first." Dally smirked as he held the door open for the two young greasers.
"Oh, you're so kind." Ponyboy said in a sarcastic voice as he stepped in behind a somewhat flustered Johnny. Hearing a few greasers and hoods laugh at Dally's comment, decided to play along "But we're greasy gals." Pony's voice seeping past his lips, sounding feminine but mixed between a purr and a growl before he yanked the door out of the hood's hand, closing it tight behind him and watching the blond glare at him from behind the safety of the glass door.
"Whoa-ho, Dally control that broad!" one of the greasers in the parking lot jeered, getting Dally's and a few hoods' and greasers' attention, causing them to add in too.
"Haven't ya heard of the leash law, Dal? Keep that bitch on a leash!" a hood bellowed with laughter, causing others to laugh along with him; provoking others to add in as well with a few of their own snide, yet sarcastic, comments.
"And a tight one at that!" another hood added.
"You goanna take that from a 'girl'?!" a greaser hollered.
"Teach 'er a lesson! Ya ain't goanna let her treat ya like that after ya did somethin' nice for her." Another greaser barked.
"What can I say, its 'probly that time of month." Dally shot back at all of the hoods and greasers, which had them all roaring with laughter. Ponyboy knew Dally was only putting on an act; trying to keep his reputation in tact when he ripped the door open and shoved past him.
"I'll get ya later." Dally hissed close to Pony's ear, playfully taking a fistful of Ponyboy's shirtsleeve, pulling him along as he strutted toward the counter before shoving him into a booth next to Johnnycakes.
"Some performance." Johnny commented as he nudged his friend in the ribs.
"You would've gotten some of the limelight too if you had joined me." Ponyboy countered back.
"Nah, I was better off standing back and watchin' y'all embarrass yourselves." Johnny said as he leaned back in the booth against the wall. Ponyboy chuckled as he shook his head, his gray-green eyes setting on Dally as he walked to the booth with an arm full of cokes, watching as he set the cups on the table. "So where to after this?" Johnny asked as he took a sip of his beverage.
"Well, it's still too early to head over to the drive-in." Dally said as he sat down on the other side of the booth, across from Ponyboy. His icy eyes watching as the auburn haired greaser sipped on his coke.
"Darry left a list of things to pick up from the store. If you guys don't mind comin' with me I was goin' to head over to the grocery store and pick them up." Pony said as he continued to sip on his drink.
"Anything ta kill time man. Finish up then we'll go." Dally said as he gulped down his soda as if it were water; the bubbles seeming to have no affect on him as it would on most people. The two young greasers finished their sodas with a few harsh gulps before leaving for the nearby grocery store. As they walked, they didn't seem to notice the blue Corvair trailing them, until they heard someone shout,
"Greaser!" the soc in the passenger seat shouted as the Corvair pulled up along side them, making Johnny and Ponyboy jump. Dally ignored the socs as they continued to yell at them from their car.
"Hey! It's against the law to litter, so get off the street, white trash!" a soc called from the backseat.
"Nothin' but greasy trash!" another soc yelled from inside the car. The soc's comments and jeers making Ponyboy and Johnny uncomfortable and nervous. Realizing this, Dally had to say something to distract the two.
"Pussy-ass, mother-fuckers, if they had any balls they'd be tellin' us off out of their freakin' car." Dally hissed to Pony and Johnny as they continued to walk down the sidewalk.
"Got enough grease in your hair, greaser?!" the soc driving the car shouted.
"Got enough foot up your ass, soc?!" Dally yelled back, having put up with enough soc-bullshit. "'Cause I got one waitin' for ya right here!" That shut them up, and having nothing left to say, they drove off; leaving the three greasers alone to make it over to the grocery store without any other interruptions.
"So what's on the list Pon?" Dallas asked as they walked into the store, watching as the youngest Curtis dug out the piece of paper from his pocket.
"Milk, bread, sugar, flour, and chocolate milk." Ponyboy read from the list as they ventured deeper into the supermarket. "They shouldn't be too hard to find." Pony said to no one in particular as they wandered up and down the aisles. They quickly found each item; walking up to the check-outline and paying for the items before leaving and heading back to the Curtis house so none of the groceries would spoil.
After a long walk they finally made it back. Walking into the house to find Two-Bit sprawled out on the living room floor watching Mickey Mouse.
"Sup Two-Bit." Johnny and Ponyboy greeted, Johnny plopped down in the chair closest to the couch, Dally taking a seat closer to the T.V.
"Hey! Was wonderin' when you guys were gonna get back." Two-Bit slurred, obviously buzzed from the three beers that he had had, also from the way he stumbled slightly as he got up and sauntered clumsily to the kitchen.
"Two-Bit, could you please clean up your mess, I'm not your mom." Ponyboy said as he walked into the kitchen with an arm full of groceries, setting them on the table before putting them away.
"You could pass for her with all the naggin' ya do at me." Two-Bit said as he stumbled over to the fridge, watching as Pony bent over; his eyes widening with delight as he bent over more.
"Well maybe she wouldn't nag so much if you picked up after yourself." Ponyboy retorted as he moved and rearranged the contents in the fridge to fit the containers of milk. "And did you just indicate that I'm some type of busy little housewife?" Pony snapped as he shot up from his bent position, his hands on his hips as his lips poked out in a puckered scowl as he glared at the other greaser.
"Well, I wasn't sayin' ya weren't." Two-Bit chuckled. 'Man is he cute when he's mad!' Two-Bit thought as Ponyboy began to yell at him about something as he continued to put the groceries away; he really had no clue, he had stopped listening a long time ago. 'I never realized how much Pony looked like a girl before, especially with his slender build, soft, red pouted lips, smooth skin, and silky auburn locks.' Two-Bit thought as he continued to watch Ponyboy move around the kitchen as he continued to lecture him. Two-Bit was suddenly brought back to reality with a shove from Ponyboy. "Oooh, feisty!" Two-Bit chuckled as he followed Pony into the living room, wrapping his arms around the boy's slim waist before swinging him around.
"Ah, Two-Bit! Put me down!" Ponyboy yelped, immediately latching both of his hands onto the thick, strong arms, trying to pry them off. Two-Bit screeched with laughter as he continued to twirl the little greaser around. Before falling over from dizziness, Two-Bit tossed Pony onto the couch, landing on top of him. "Ooof! You're crushin' me Two-Bit." Pony managed to squeak out past his crushed lungs.
"Oh, I'm sorry." Two-Bit apologized sarcastically as he leaned off of Pony, straddling his small waist. "This any better?" Two-Bit asked with a smirk from ear to ear as he tickled the little Curtis.
"Ahh! T- Hahahaha! Two-Bit! Haha! Please, st- hahahahah, stop!" Ponyboy shrieked as Two-Bit continued his torment as he squirmed and wiggled underneath the older greaser.
"Holler uncle!" Two-Bit shouted as he proceeded to tickle Pony; stopping only for a minute to let the kid get air back into his lungs. Ponyboy laid limp on the couch panting and gasping for air.
"NEVER!" Pony shouted, having gained enough air back into his lungs, attempting to push Two-Bit off of him.
"Is that so?" Two-Bit asked, pinning the younger greaser's wrists above his head to the couch, continuing his playful torture.
"Hahahaha! I-I- ahahahah! I gi- haha, I give! I give! Stop!" Ponyboy shrieked with involuntary laughter as he struggled harder against Two-Bit.
"Say it!" Two-Bit demanded, his tickling getting faster and harsher; almost pinching the younger boy's sides, stomach, chest and ribs.
"UNCLE! UNCLE! Just stop, please!" Ponyboy hollered, still trying desperately to get free. Two-Bit released Pony's thin wrists from his vice like grasp, getting off of the small teen.
"Well, if you two girls are done with your tickle fight, we have a movie ta catch." Dally said, standing up from his seat, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he walked towards the door. Johnny quickly getting up from his seat, standing next to Dally.
"Ya comin' Pony?" Dally asked, opening the door.
"Uh, yeah." Ponyboy muttered as he got off the couch. "Two-Bit, you wanna come?" Pony asked; not noticing the conflict he was causing by inviting him.
"Sure, I don't have work today." Two-Bit said getting up from the couch, casting Dally a smirk, which was returned with a glare.
"You don't have a job." Ponyboy said as he and Two-Bit walked over to the door by Dally and Johnny.
"Which is exactly why I don't have work." Two-Bit said with a smirk, making Ponyboy and Johnny laugh; only making Dallas scowl at him even more. The four greasers set off from the house, crossing Sutton and cutting behind Spencer's Special the discount house, by then it was dark enough to sneak under the back fence of the Nightly Double. Finding seats was easy, seeing as how all of the rows in front of the concession stand were empty.
"Talk about a full house." Two-Bit said sarcastically as they all took seats in the back row, Dally and Two-Bit on either side of Ponyboy, and Johnny beside Dally.
"What's playin' on this screen?" Dallas asked, even though he really didn't care.
"Do Not Disturb, I think." Ponyboy said, leaning back in his seat.
"What's it about?" Johnny asked, leaning forward so he could see his friend.
"It's some type of romantic comedy. I think it's about this married couple that move to England when the husband is transferred by the company he works for." Ponyboy said.
"So it's a chick flick." Dally stated more than asked, digging around in his pocket for a cigarette.
"Uh, well not exactly. Kind of, but not really. Somewhat." Ponyboy said, unsure of how to explain really.
"So what's the answer, yes or no?" Dallas said, a bit agitated, lighting the weed between his lips.
"Yeah." Pony said. "But it's more of a comedy than a girl-movie." he continued to say.
"Whatever, a movie's a movie, I don't care, man." Dallas shrugged, puffing on his cigarette.
"Maybe that's why no one's over here." Two-Bit joked. "What a sight ta see, huh? Four tough greasers watchin' a girly movie." Two-Bit continued to joke as the movie began, getting Pony and Johnny to laugh. All the lights around them began to dim, casting the area into an inky black darkness. The four of them sat in silence as the movie continued to play. But Dally being Dally just couldn't keep his hands to himself; especially not with Ponyboy sitting right next to him. He placed his arm around the back of Ponyboy's seat, not even being noticed by the young greaser he was so lost in the movie, but being fully acknowledged by Two-Bit who shot him a glare.
"Ah, what the…" Dally hissed, shaking his hand trying to get whatever that had bit him off, not realizing that it was Two-Bit that had pinched the top of his hand. The hood moved his hand away, his arm still lay stationed on the back of Pony's chair.
"Ya okay over there Dal?" Two-Bit snickered, laughing harder when the hood started glowering at him. Two-Bit, still not happy with Dally's arm slung across Pony's seat, decided to take it to the next level, he swatted Dally's arm off the chair. Dallas retaliated by putting his arm back on the chair, hitting Two-Bit on the side of the head purposely in doing so, smirking when Two-Bit glared at him and cussed him out in a low voice. Two-Bit leaned over slightly as he pretended to stretch, extending his arm until his hand was right next to Dally's ear, pressing his index fingernail against the top part of his thumb, flicking Dallas in the back of the ear, quickly pulling his arm back before Dally could grab a hold of him, giving him the opportunity to rest his hand on the back of Ponyboy's seat. Dally noticing Two-Bit's arm, grabbed a hold of the greaser's fingers in a vice like grip; bending them backwards until they nearly touched the back of Two-bit's hand.
"Youch." Two-Bit yelped in pain as he pulled his hand away. Dallas smirked at Two-Bit as he placed his arm back on the seat. His smirk soon fading when a sudden pain erupted on his funny-bone, pulling his arm completely off of Pony's chair; cradling and rubbing his sore arm as he glared at Two-Bit. Giving up with wanting to rest his hand on the back of the young greaser's seat. Deciding to go even further, he rested his hand on Pony's knee, breaking the auburn's concentration on the movie as he now stared at Dally wide eyed and startled. Dallas grinned, turning his head back to the movie, running his rough hand up Ponyboy's thigh slowly, making him wiggle in his seat slightly. Ponyboy gazed at the movie; not really watching it anymore but trying to focus on something as he tried to steady his jagged and panted breathing as Dally groped his inner thigh tightly. Dallas continued to stroke and caress Ponyboy's inner thigh, loving how warm he felt through his jeans. Gliding his hand up further, he rested it on Ponyboy's groin, making the smaller greaser arch his hips up slightly as Dallas undid the button on his jeans. The hood began to undo the zipper, barely slipping his hand into the little greaser's pants before his hand was slapped away. Dally stared at Ponyboy in bewilderment; stunned that the little Curtis stopped him.
"Not here, s-somewhere else." Ponyboy managed to pant out lightly while trying to surpress a moan. Dallas grinned from ear to ear, shooting up from his seat.
"Me and Pony're goin up to the concession stand, ya want anything?" Dallas asked as he pulled Ponyboy up by one arm.
"Nah, I'm good, thanks." Johnny said. Hearing that, Dally nearly dragged Ponboy over to where a whole bunch of souped up cars were parked - obviously belonging to greasers and hoods.
"Where are we going?" Ponyboy asked as Dally continued to drag him.
"You wanted to go somewhere else, right? So that's where were goin'." Dally said with a smirk on his lips, pulling Pony up against him with a sudden tug. After going through nearly all the isles, Dally finally found Tim Shepard's car, walking up to it and knocking on the window.
"What is it Winston?" Tim asked as he rolled down the window.
"I need ta borrow your car for a lil' bit." Dally said, nodding his head over to Ponyboy who was fidgeting with the bottom of his shirt as he tried to cover himself up, trying to avoid Tim's gaze as he looked him over. Tim shook his head and smirked, not believing that his friend was trying to screw the little Curtis kid. Not that he could blame 'em; the kid wasn't bad looking that's for sure.
"Fine, just don't stain the seats." he mumbled getting out of his car, letting the blond hood and auburn greaser into the back seat before closing the car door, leaving the two alone as he walked over to the concession stand.
Dally gripped Pony's soft hips as he pulled him down hard onto his lap, shoving their mouth's together before either of them could utter a sound, fishing his fingers into the boy's auburn locks as he pulled Ponyboy's head closer into a more demanding kiss. Dally's hands started to wander up the smaller boy's torso, pushing the shirt further and further up, until tearing it completely off, making Ponyboy shiver do to the cool air in the car. Dallas stared at Ponyboy awe struck. His icy blue eyes fixated on the beautiful body in front of him; his eyes not getting enough of the boy's soft skin, watching as a draft came whirling into the car from the window that was ajar on the driver's side, causing the boy to gasp - goose bumps forming on his cream colored skin, his tan nipples poking out from his chest. His eyes traveling lower to the boy's waist. His undone jeans barely covering his lower body do to so much rapid movement that they started to slide down. His gaze following the small patch of dark, curly hair starting just below the boy's naval and dipping into the boy's waist band of his underwear. His eyes traveling back up to the boy's flushed face, watching how Pony's emerald eyes sparkled and shined with such luster, and how red his lips looked after how much he chewed at them trying to suppress so many moans. His gaze wandering up further to the boy's hair, marveling at how ruffled and tangled it was as it hung in his face, yet looking as soft as silk and yet as burning as fire. The hood's pants tightened as his eyes drank in the sight of the greaser, thinking of the many things he would do him when and if he were permitted to do so.
"I want ya so bad." the hood whispered hotly into the teen's ear as his hand slid up the boy's back, pulling the small greaser towards him until their chests met, causing the rest of Ponyboy's body to slide forward as well. The blond rubbed his hands up and down Pony's sides as he grinded against the boy above him, keeping a slow pace. He quickly found his hands on the boy`s adorable ass, giving it a squeeze before plunging his cool hands down the back of the boy`s pants. Ponyboy gasped as the cold hands met his hot skin, shuddering as a hand traveled to the front of his pants, lightly playing with the bulge through the thin fabric.
"Mmmn." Ponyboy moaned, pressing against Dally's hand, begging him to continue, stopping his grinding to a slower yet rougher pace against the hood's hand. Dally grinned, loving how Ponyboy looked gripping the top part of the backrest he was leaning against, watching as he shook and shuddered as pleasure tore through him. "Unh, please." the boy begged, he couldn't take much more of the torture that the blond was inflicting upon his throbbing member. "Unngh!" Ponyboy groaned as Dallas suddenly shoved him down roughly to the back seat, watching through half lidded eyes as the hood straddled him. Moaning softly as the blond attacked his neck with his mouth and assaulted his soft body with his rough and calloused hands. Ponyboy gasped at the sudden grip on his hips, arching his back as his pants were pulled down his thighs. "What 'bout you, don't I get to see you too?" Pony asked nervously before Dally could go any further, putting his hands over the hoods so they wouldn't move.
"Didn't you see enough of me in the shower? Ya couldn't keep your eyes off of me." Dally teased, leaning forward and sucking on the boy's neck, chuckling against his soft throat as Ponyboy shook under his touch.
"And you couldn't keep your hands off of me." Ponyboy retorted without thinking; letting it slip past his lips unintentionally, tightening his grip on the blonde's hands as if to prove his point, earning him a sharp nip on the neck, making him gasp.
"With the way you were starin' at me, I thought ya were frozen, not that I could blame you though." Dallas smirked as he began to shred his shirt off his body, tossing it to the side. Ponyboy stared up at him with bright emerald eyes, letting them wander over Dally's defined, hard, muscular chest; watching as the lights from the screen reflected off the windows, casting the hood's body into a bright glow of light. His muscles looking as if they were carved, each flawless curve, bend and dip of rough, cracked skin littered with scars sinking deep into Pony's mind as he tried to remember it all; taking a mental picture of the blonde. Dallas leaned down, kissing Ponyboy a bit roughly as he slid his hands onto the boy's hips, pulling the jeans down a little further before slipping a hand into the teen's underwear with a sudden downward thrust of his large hand.
"Ah!" Ponyboy panted out as the hood twirled his fingers around his warm auburn curls before tracing the boy's shaft with the tips of his fingers, making Ponyboy arch his hips up painfully, letting out a throaty moan as the blond wrapped his hand tightly around his length, stroking it ever so agonizingly slowly. Dallas watched as the boy writhed beneath him, his hands gripping the seat so harshly causing his knuckles to turn a ghostly white, watching as Pony's face contorted in agonizing pleasure as he let out jagged hot pants and gasps, to hear him beg, plead and moan for more sent a bolt electricity down his spine straight to his groin. "Aah!" Ponyboy moaned as Dally ran his thumb over the head of his dick, his hips bucking up as the hood did it again, his fingernails digging into the leather coating on the seat from gripping the seat so tightly in his fists. "Dally." Pony whimpered as the blond began to tease him mercilessly; raking his nails down the boy`s length, then stroking him lightly, then rough and hard, a continuous cycle but never enough to make him cum, making the auburn pant and moan for release.
"I said I would get you later." Dallas chuckled against Pony's ear, loving the priceless look on the boy's face as he continued his torment, watching as he continued to squirm and wriggle below him.
'You've got to be kidding me! Now, out of any other chance, he chooses now?! Damn it he's good!' Ponyboy thought to himself as he tried not to scream as Dally squeezed his dick tightly. Not able to take anymore of the torture, he decided to beg. "Ungh, Dally please, make me cum!" Pony cried out as pre cum began to leak profusely down the his shaft as the hood pumped it slowly.
"Don't mind if I do." The blond said slyly, quickening his pace like mad, making the boy choke on his moans of pleasure as he bucked his hips in sync with his hand. The teen soon came, letting out a throaty moan in his release, his cum spurting over the hood's hand and splattering onto his stomach. Ponyboy collapsed, his body lay limp and sweaty on the seat, gulping as much air as he could into his lungs, his chest rising and falling quickly as Dally moved his face closer to his. "Glad I got ya back?" Dallas asked with a smirk as he loomed over the boy's face, letting his bright blond hair hand in his eyes.
"I'd be lying if I said no." Ponyboy muttered before closing his eyes for a moment, drifting away for alittlewhile.
***
When he awoke, he found himself in a large pair of arms wrapped around his small frame as his eyes stared at shirt covered chest.
"Dallas?" Pony croaked as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, knowing he was heard when a hand rubbed his side lazily. "How long was I out?" he asked as he looked up at the blond through tired blurred vision.
"Not long, maybe thirty - twentyfive minutes." Dally yawned, unraveling his arms around the boy as he stretched, then placing them back around him.
"We should get back to Johnny and Two-Bit; they're 'probly worried about us." Ponyboy said as he sat up, manuvering around in the darkness of the car as he clambered his way over the frontseat, opening the drivers side door and slidding out with Dally right behind him. They soon found their way back to their seats, settling down and watching the rest of the movie before heading back to the house.
"The movie wasn't great at all, sure it had some good parts init." Two-Bit said as the four of them cut behind Spencer's Special the discount house, having just crawled back under the fence of the Nightly Double.
"I don't know what you're talkin' 'bout Two-Bit, I thought the movie was just, fine." Dallas smirked as he slung his arm over Ponyboy's shoulder's, pulling him close. "The picture was perfect, I couldn't of asked for a better night at the drive-ins." Dally said, winking at Pony with a sly grin on his face, making him blush. They soon reached their neighborhood, Two-Bit and Johnny going their separate ways, leaving Dally and Ponyboy alone with one another.
"Looks like Steve and Soda are home." Ponyboy said as they neared his house, spotting Steve's car in the driveway.
"So does that mean I can't play with ya some more?" Dallas purred in his ear as he ran his fingers across the back of Ponyboy's waistband of his pants, making him shudder at his touch.
"Yes, that's exactly what that means." Ponboy said, gripping Dally's hand with his own as they walked up the few steps onto the Porch.
"Really, 'cause I thought that just ment we were gonna stay outside a bit longer." Dallas said as he pushed Ponyboy backwards onto the couch that sat sluggishly on the porch, leaning forward and kissing him as he straddled the boy's spread legs. Dallas deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue into Ponyboy's warm cavern, ravishing the whimpering teen`s mouth. The boy`s emerald eyes widened as his face got redder within the kiss, sending out a small moan as he fallowed the hood's swiveling head. "Shit." Dallas hissed as the front door started to open, getting off of Ponyboy quickly, plopping down next to him just as the person stepped out, and turning out to be Steve. Dally cussed under his breath as he glared at the greaser as he walked over to his car, continuing to glare as he drove off.
"It's cold out here." Ponyboy muttered to himself before getting up from the couch and heading inside with Dallas right behind him. Walking up the wooden stairs up to the bathroom, stripping off his clothes and hopping in when the water warmed up. Ambleing his way back to his room, throwing on a lose T-shirt and shorts before crawling into bed next to his brother, suddenly getting tangled amongst two heavy arms and legs as they wrapped around him before finally falling asleep.