"So, what you guys got this marking period?" Two-Bit asked as he drove Ponyboy, Johnny, Steve and himself to school.
"Me 'n Johnny got health, that's about it," Pony answered for the both of them.
"Eh, not me, I got gym," Two-Bit mumbled, " doin' track - all we do is run; it's so boring! Wouldn't mind if we could toss a football around while runnin' er somethin'," Two-Bit muttered with a sour puss on his face, making Pony chuckle a little.
"The point of track is to run, not much other than that Two-Bit," Pony said with a soft chuckle.
"Well, I still don't like it," Two-Bit huffed.
"He's a foot fairy Two-Bit, 'coarse he likes runnin'," Steve said with a twist of venom on his words as he glared at Ponyboy from the front seat.
"A foot fairy has to do with soccer ya moron," Ponyboy spat back, glaring back at the other greaser.
"Yer still runnin' in either sport," Steve shot back.
"Yeah, but there's a ball and a goal in soccer, not in track," Pony argued.
"Nuh uh, what about that shot put-ter thing? That's a ball," Steve countered, getting Ponyboy flustered. 'This is pissin' him off so much, oh this is great!' Steve thought as he watched as the younger greaser smacked his palm to his forehead.
"Ugh! That's shot put, and you sure as heck wouldn't want to kick that thing around- it weighs at least twelve to eight pounds, and that doesn't even have to do with track, that's field!" Ponyboy scoffed back at the other greaser's comment.
"Whatever, kid. Ya always get so touchy when it comes ta track," Steve said with a bit of edge.
"Only when idiots like you try to bash on it and they don't even know what they're talking about," Pony retorted. Steve's face contorted with anger at the younger greaser's comment.
"You better shut yer dang trap before I-"
"Before you what Steve?" Two-Bit interrupted the other greaser before he could finish what he was about to say. "You just cant take yer own medicine when it's spat right back in yer face," Two-Bit said as he pulled into the school parking lot. Steve settled deeper into his seat, muttering a 'whatever' as he glared out the window. Two-Bit pulled into a space, putting the car in park before turning it off - pulling the key out of the ignition as he got out of the car.
"Catch ya guys later," Steve said as he slung his book-bag over his shoulder, walking towards the front of the school without another word. Two-Bit waited for the two younger greasers as they clambered their way out from the backseat, closing and locking up his car when the two finally made it out. The trio made their way to the school's entrance, scuffling their feet along the cracked and worn out asphalt of the parking lot.
"Don't let 'em get ta ya like that Ponyboy; he only does it ta see ya get all riled up," the rusty haired teen said, slinging his arm across the younger boy's shoulder's. "'Sides, he ain't worth it," Two-Bit grinned, pulling the auburn closer to his body as his arm wound around the boy's neck in a headlock, rubbing his knuckles hard against the boy's scalp, giving the smaller greaser a nuggie.
"Ah! Two-Bit, quit it!" Ponyboy grunted as he clutched his hand onto Two-Bit's thickly muscled arm, struggling and wriggling as he tried to get out of the older greaser's hold. Ponyboy continued to struggle a few moments longer until Two-Bit finally let up, letting the auburn go, chuckling and grinning like a mad man.
"See ya around guys," Two-Bit said before trotting off to his locker down the hall.
"See ya," Pony called after him as he and Johnny walked to their lockers.
The day dragged on as always, agonizingly slowly and boring. Ponyboy sat at his desk in algebra, tapping his pencil absent mindedly as he stared out the window. He had a sub in this class, automatically making it a silent study for the whole period. Feeling an all too familiar jab in his side, making him jump slightly, turning his head to glare at the soc behind him, only to get a smirk in return.
"What, squeak toy broken today?" the soc asked mockingly as he ran the eraser end of his pencil up the auburn's spine, in between his shoulder blades and up the back of his neck, making the young greaser shudder at the unwanted ticklish sensation .
"C'mon, make some noise for us squeak toy," the soc beside the one in back of the auburn said, flicking Ponyboy in the back of the ear, making the greaser hiss in pain. The socs chuckled at the young greaser, watching as he rubbed his sore ear lightly as to ease the pain.
"Ahem!" a loud cough rang from across the room, getting the classes' attention as they looked up from their work, but more importantly getting the socs' attention as well as Pony's. "If there is a problem gentlemen, feel free to see me after class, if not, I don't see why we can't keep our hands to ourselves - now, is there a problem?" the substitute asked, walking slowly down the isle that the boys were seated in, his hands folded behind his back as he eyed each boy; waiting for a response from any of them. "Well is there gentlemen?" the man asked, getting rueful shakes of heads and mumbled no's as a response. "Good, now leave the classroom," just as the man uttered the words, the bell rang, dismissing the students from their classes. Ponyboy let out a sigh of relief as he walked down to his next class, health.
"Pony!" Two-Bit shouted down the hall, getting his friends attention as he ran up to him.
"Hey Two-Bit, need some more help with math?" Pony asked, walking to his class a bit slower with his friend beside him.
"Nah, just felt like walkin' with ya 'sall," Two-Bit shrugged, laying his arm across the younger greaser's shoulders.
"Okay," Ponyboy chuckled a bit, walking along with the rusty haired teen beside him.
"Guess I'll catch ya at lunch," Two-Bit said, waving lazily before walking away, "Hey Johnny Cakes," Two-Bit said as the dark skinned boy walked past him towards Pony.
"Hi," Johnny said, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips at his rusty haired friend.
"C'mon Johnny, before we're late," Ponyboy said, tugging on his friends sleeve lightly. The two greasers made it in just before the bell rang, getting seats right next to one another.
"Alright," the teacher's voice seemed to boom in the chattering classroom, getting the students' attention before he began, "As you all may have figured, this is health," the teacher said, getting a few giggles from some of the immature students in the class.
"I am Mr. Kranderson, I will be teaching this class, whether you part take in this class or not will be up to you and I will grade accordingly," Mr. Kranderson said, leaning up against the desk at the front of the room, scanning the rows of desks with his eyes as he looked at each student. "Seeing where you placed yourselves in the rows of desks, I'm guessing it's near your friends, I have no problem with it as long as there is notrouble or unnecessary talking going on between you when I am talking or teaching," the man said flatly before continuing on, "Now, what you will need for this class is a folder and a notebook, the health books will be distributed to you tomorrow, any questions so far?" the teacher asked, looking for any raised hands, finding none, he continued, "Good, now what we will be learning first is the body- how it works, the different muscles and bones, and the reproduction process. Which brings us to what we will be learning after that, STD'S, Sexually Transmitted Disease's- the best way of preventing them from happening is not having sex at all, but we both know that that isn't going to happen, so please have safe sex, in other words - use a condom," the man said as he looked at the class. The class drawled on as the man continued to explain about the class and what they would be doing. At long last the bell rang, students spilling out of the classrooms and into the halls.
"C'mon Johnny, I gotta stop by my locker ta drop off my books," Ponyboy said to his friend as he headed down the hall. By the time they got to Pony's locker the halls had cleared out, the bell just seconds away from ringing for the next period to start.
"Hay'ya grease," the two boy's heard an all too familiar tone; one that all socs use when they're talking to a greaser. Before either of them realized what was happening, they found themselves pinned up against the lockers roughly.
"Quit dirtying up our hallways trash," the soc pinning Ponyboy snarled, pressing the small auburn harder against the lockers. Pony recognized these socs from his algebra class wincing in pain as the soc pressed him even harder against the metal, the socs smirking at the greaser's pain.
"Sure, we're dirtying up halls, but at least we're not stinking them up with bad smelling shaving cologne," Ponyboy gritted out between clenched teeth without thinking.
"What'd you say you little bitch?" the soc that had Pony pinned growled out, gripping a fistful of the auburn's locks, making the younger boy hiss in pain.
"Is there a problem here?" a familiar voice asked, gaining the group's attention. Two-Bit and Steve stepped towards the group, causing the socs to run off.
"Pussies," Steve spat as he walked over to Pony and Johnny with Two-Bit.
"You guys alright?" Two-bit asked, looking at the younger greasers for any obvious damage that the socs might have caused.
"Yeah," Ponyboy said ruefully, fixing his hair the best he could without seeing it.
"Alrighty then, lets go to lunch," Two-Bit said, slapping Pony on the back lightly.
"'Kay, I just need to put my books away," Ponyboy said as he walked a bit of ways to his locker, doing the combo, putting away what he had to and getting what all he needed.
"So why'd you guys come back inside? Were totally lucky that you came when you did," Ponyboy said to the older greasers.
"We had to make up a test in History," Two-Bit said nonchalantly as they walked through the parking lot.
"Hah, yeah, the day we had ta take it, we skipped 'cause we didn't want to do it," Steve added with a chuckle.
The greasers headed over to their usual spot, grabbing lunch and heading back to the school when they were done. The day seemed to finish up quick; Pony didn't have track practice so he headed home with the rest of the gang. It was a typical night at the Curtis house; Soda, Steve and Darry were all at work, Two-Bit was watching Mickey Mouse on the T.V. with Johnny, Dally and Pony.
"Hey, Did ya hear? Mickey and Minnie broke up." Dallas said, getting everyone's attention in the room.
"Why'd they break up Dal?" Johnny asked the blonde, curious to the news he was just told.
"He heard she was fuckin' 'goofy'." Dallas said, causing the two younger greasers to laugh.
"Sounds like you n' Mickey have a lot in common when it comes ta broads, Dal." Two-Bit seethed, still fed up with the blonde. 'If anyone else had made that joke, I would've found it funny, but seein' as how it's him, it's like nails on a chalk board ta me.' Two-Bit thought bitterly. Just about smirking when he saw that the blonde didn't have a come back besides a life threatening cold glare.
"He's more like Donald Duck when it comes to his temper though." Ponyboy said, not thinking before saying it.
"Oh really now?" Dally asked, looming over the younger greaser. "Mind sayin' that again," Dallas said in a low threatening voice against the auburn's ear, a shiver running up his spine as the blonde shoved him down on the couch, straddling the smaller greaser.
"I don't mind sayin' it again if you couldn't hear him. It's completely understandable that ya couldn't hear him, ya know, having your head up your ass 'n all." Two-Bit offered, earning him a glare and kick from the hood.
"Wasn't askin' you, clown." Dallas snarled, his attention having left the auburn to glare at the greaser.
'When are they goin' ta quit it? This stupid fighting has been going on for the past few weeks. What are they even fighting over? They used to get along, but now, they can't even stand to be in the same room together without bickering!' Ponyboy thought to himself as the two continued to go at it. "I'm goin' to bed, don't kill each other while I'm asleep." Ponyboy grumbled as he got up from under the hood, making his way upstairs. 'Trying to break up one of their fights is like trying to break up a rumble; it's pointless and impossible, they're just going to keep fighting no matter what you say or do.' Ponyboy thought to himself as he got into bed, having already taken a shower and gotten dressed in his pajamas. Pony pulled the covers over his body, protecting himself from the cold of the night. Ponyboy couldn't help himself from thinking about the many things that he and Dallas had done on the exact same bed he was in, causing his mind to wander onto their 'relationship' . 'My lust for Dally is in over drive, I crave him more and more after every time we hook up. But no matter how much I crave and lust after this hood, I still know he's Dallas Winston. The same Dallas Winston that hooks up with different broads every night, has an on again off again girlfriend, cheats, lies, and is the coldest, toughest thing in all of Tulsa - making him numb to any type of feelings it seems like almost,' Ponyboy thought as he rolled over onto his side, letting out a sigh, feeling a bit melancholy and confused as well as numerous other feelings. 'Which only makes it all the more difficult for me to give 'it' up to him. I know he said he loved me, I love him too- its just. . . I don't know. Were not really even in a relationship, and once you give 'it' up there's no gettin' it back, we just hook up, there are feelings between us definitely, it's just... I don't even know if I'm just a one time thing for him - something for him to tease and chase for a while, or I really am something to him, I just don't know. But I do know I love him, right? And I thought girls were confusing.' Ponyboy thought as he tossed over onto his other side. "And now there's even more ta worry about, STD'S, as if I wasn't scared or timid about sex before," Ponyboy sighed in exasperation, he could still hear the two greasers arguing downstairs, not easing his already tattered mood.
"Fuck off clown!" Dallas growled out as Two-Bit stomped out of the house, slamming the door behind him on his way out. "Nice job slammin' the door like a freakin' jackass when the kid's tryin' ta sleep!" Dally shouted after the rusty haired greaser.
"Well at least I ain't the one shoutin' out the goddamn front door!" Two-Bit snarled as he got in his car and sped off without another word.
"Damn clown," Dallas grumbled, knowing that the greaser was right. "Hey Johnny, ya got a weed?" the blonde asked his friend, trying to get his edge off. The young greaser kindly gave him his last one.
"What was that all about, Dal?" Johnny asked the blonde as he lit up the cigarette he'd given him, watching as he puffed on it for a bit.
"Nothin'. Nothin' you should get yourself into," Dallas said, shaking his head as he let out a stream of smoke through his lips.
"'Kay," Johnny said, not pressing for the blonde to tell him even though he did want to know. "I'm gonna head over to the lot; it's not goin' ta rain so I think I'll be good sleepin' there tonight," Johnny mumbled, getting up from his spot on the couch and heading out the door.
"See ya later," Dallas said as he watched the screen door close behind his friend.
'Damn Two-Bit.' Dally thought bitterly as he sat down on the couch. 'Ya wouldn't be such a damn problem if ya didn't like the kid so much.' Dallas continued to think as he sucked on his cigarette. 'It's definitely a bit out of the friend zone then I like. He's nothin' but a threat, a threat that Ponyboy is oblivious to,' Dally thought angrily as he put out the butt of his cigarette in the ash tray that was on the coffee table, making his way up the stairs to the auburn's room. He let himself in quietly as he made his way over to the bed. Soon finding himself straddling the small greaser's hips as his hands roamed the body beneath him as he set himself on the bed. Ponyboy let out a soft moan as his body reacted to the blondes touches and strokes, as his mind began to awaken from it's dormant, hazy state. Slowly waking as the blonde continued to let his hands roam. Knowing who it was, Ponyboy pushed the blonde down and climbed on top of him, pinning his shoulders to the bed as he straddled the hood's hips, staring down at the stunned blonde.
"Why are you an' Two-Bit always arguing?" Pony asked innocently as he rested his hands on the blonde's chest as he leaned up a bit, lightly playing with the tattered fabric of the t-shirt absentmindedly. The hood rubbed his hands up and down the auburn's thighs as he tried to figure out a way to answer the young greaser.
"It's nothin', don't worry 'bout it," Dallas said nonchalantly as he stared up at the auburn.
"It's not nothin' Dal, I can't stand ta see my friends fight!" Ponyboy snapped defensively, gripping the hood's shirt in his hands as he clenched his hands into fists. "It isn't fair that me and you, or me and Two-Bit can't seem to be around each other without you two starting with one another and I just want to know, why?" Ponyboy asked, almost sounding threatening; still a bit angered from the confusing and frustrating thoughts and questions that raced through his mind.
"If I told you it was nothin' ta worry about, then don't worry about it!" Dallas snarled, nearly glaring up at the auburn.
"I'm not allowed to worry about my friends?" Ponyboy asked almost brokenheartedly, yet mostly defensively. "And I can't know what's buggin' ya?" Ponyboy asked, resting his soft hand on the blonde's rough cheek, gliding his thumb over and back soothingly.
"Nothin's buggin' me." Dally mumbled out a lie as he stretched his arms out.
"Fine, okay," Ponyboy said with a shrug, not pressing any further.
"Nothin's buggin me, I'm just frustrated," Dallas huffed, causing Ponyboy to get a concerned look on his face. Looking as if he were going to ask what was wrong, only missing the chance when Dally continued, "Sexually frustrated," the blonde growled out lowly, quickly lunging forward, pinning the auburn to the bed roughly. "Mind helpin' me get rid of some of my frustration, Ponyboy?" Dallas whispered huskily against Pony's neck as his hand dipped into the boy's short's, feeling him squirm and wriggle beneath him as he gripped him firmly, listening to his harsh moan in response. "Mmm, I'll take that as a 'yes'," the hood chuckled against the auburn's slightly gaping lip's before capturing them with his own greedily, tearing the boy's shirt from his lithe body, tossing it to the floor.
"A-ah-hh, D- Dally," Ponyboy whimpered and gasped as the hood scraped his sharp teeth down his chest and torso, nearly grunting as the hood raked his fingernails down his sides. The auburn has always been a sucker when ever Dally gets rough with him, it drives him crazy; completely driven by lust with each rough touch, grope, stroke and scratch the blonde places upon the boy's willing body. Ponyboy's back arched high off of the bed as the blonde's hot tongue danced across his chest, making him moan. Pony fisted his hand in the hood's straw hair as he sucked on his neck, getting a grunt of approval from the blonde. The hood sucked on his ear, making him moan softly. Pony grinded his hips against the blonde's as the hood continued to kiss his lips roughly - scrapping his teeth against the auburn's bottom lip and tongue. When ever the auburn and the hood are with one another at times like these, Ponyboy forgets about everything, he stops his daydreaming, and stops his thoughts to live in the here and now, and not in some book or dream, but in the real world, with Dallas Winston.
"Don't think you'll be needing these," Dally leered as he pulled Pony's shorts off of him, tossing them to the floor. The blonde smirked as he looked at the younger greaser's red face, loving how the auburn would always get embarrassed no matter how many times they've done this.
"W-what?" Pony squeaked out, his already red face deepening in color to crimson as his blush became more intense as his embarrassment grew.
"You're fuckin' adorable," Dally nearly growled out as he tore his shirt off of his scarred torso, pouncing onto the auburn as he latched his hot mouth onto the young greaser's throat. "Auungh, Ponyboy," Dallas moaned gruffly as the auburn dug his nails into his back. Dallas groaned as he grinded his groin roughly against Pony's as he attacked the auburn's throat. "Ponyboy, I want ya so bad," the blonde groaned, clutching the auburn's thigh tightly as he nipped at the boy's collar bone, "I need you so bad," Dallas said hotly against Pony's ear, starting to undo the front of his jeans. "But are you ready?" Dally asked, leaning off of the auburn, looking down at Pony as he waited for an answer.
Ponyboy stammered and stalled on his words before finally giving the blonde an answer, "I - don't think so, no," Ponyboy said softly, his eyes cast down at the bed sheets to avoid the blonde's eyes.
"Don't feel bad if you're not ready," Dally said as he got off of the auburn, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Believe me," the blonde paused, getting Pony's attention, "You'll be worth the wait," the blonde said with a smirk, making the auburn blush a little. Dallas got off the bed, picking up Pony's clothes and tossing them back to him.
"Thanks," Ponyboy mumbled as he put his clothes back on.
"Hellooo!" a familiar voice rang throughout the house from downstairs, Sodapop.
"Anyone home!" Another just as painfully if not more familiar voice called out, Steve.
"Guess Soda and the jackass are back from the DX" the blonde said as he pulled his shirt on and redoing his pants before heading downstairs, leaving the auburn to get dressed.
"Hey Dal!" Soda chirped, sitting down on the couch next to Steve. "For a second I thought no one was home, me and Steve shouted but you didn't answer," Soda said, cracking open a can of Cola from the fridge, taking a sip before passing it to Steve.
"Didn't hear ya, was busy." Dally said as he sat down in one of the chairs.
"Busy doin' what?" Steve asked in a sly, suspicious type of tone. 'Probably bangin' his little fuck piece,' Steve thought bitterly.
"Since when the fuck does it matter to you what I do? But if ya have to know, I was callin' Tim up seein' if he wanted to play a few rounds of pool tonight." Dallas lied coolly.
"Oh, so you headin' over there now?" Sodapop asked, taking the soda can back from his friend.
"Yeah," Dally said as he grabbed his jacket before heading out the door. 'I need some action to blow off this damn steam,' the blonde thought as he picked up his pace.
"Tim'll fix it,' Dally thought with a smirk, 'He just doesn't know it yet,' the hood thought, letting out a chuckle. Walking up the few steps of the front porch to the front door, knocking of few times. No answer. "Fuck," the blonde cussed, walking back over to the Curtis's house, finding not a single light on in the house; an obvious signal that everyone was asleep. Plopping down on the couch he found another, not so happy, person there.
"What the hell," Steve cussed, having been the one that had been sat on.
"What the fuck are you doing here Randel?" Dallas growled, "Don't you have your own damn house to go to?" Dallas asked, nudging the other greaser with his foot.
"Fuck off Winston," Steve snarled back, batting the hood's foot away.
"Fine, have it your way, I'll just go sleep in Pony's and Soda's bed," Dallas said with a huge smirk, making Steve glare at him as he headed up the stairs. Reaching the room, he found the door ajar and the light peeking through into the hall, knocking before he walked in.
"Hey Dal, what ya need?" Soda asked as he pulled his night shirt on.
"A place ta sleep, since someone else's ass is in my spot," Dallas said, leaning against the doorframe.
"Oh, sorry 'bout that, Steve's dad kicked him out again," Soda explained.
"Would it be alright if I slept in here?" the blonde asked smoothly.
"Uh, it'd be a bit crowded with three, umm, unless you wanna use my old room?" Soda suggested.
"…Sure," Dallas mumbled, heading out the door and down the hall, kind of pissed that he couldn't get with Ponyboy. Opening the door, flopping down on the bed, kicking off his shoes and tearing off his clothes, leaving his boxers on and drifting off to sleep.
WOOOH!CHAP 5! So yeah, ugh the ending is so bad, don't even say it I already know lol. I guess comment, review, ya know, all that jazz. Hopefully it was worth the wait. Oh, for the people that wanted more Steve/Pony action, just wait, you gonna be drownin' in it man! U gonna needs a life preserver, so sit tight for a while.