So, chapter 8 has finally rolled around ;) thank you for all of your reviews and support, it means a lot 333
Okay, I'm gonna start answering some questions:
Darry- I know, some of you are wondering why Darry is hardly ever in this right? He's working. Working, working, working, working. Also part of the reason why he hasn't noticed everyone chasing after Pony, he's not around; he's out of the loop pretty much. Plus he's really not part of the whole, triangle, square, pentagon, oval, trapezoid thing goin' on, so yeah… yes I threw random shapes in there, deal with it, just like you'll deal without Darry - don't worry he'll be in it soon enough.
Johnny and Pony situation- hmm, not sure, it's a bit of a toss up right now. Sorry PB&J fan girls.
Socs and Pony- they're horny, sadistic social bastards, they're not gonna stop. Sorry Pony.
Steve and Pony- is it hot in here? Or is it just them? Haha, some steamy times to occur pretty damn soon, liiiiiike, this chapter possibly.
Two-Bit and Pony- I sense a possible make out session in the near chapters ;D
Is Tim gonna have a go at Pony *le gasp!*? Haha, YOU KNOW IT!
And wanna know what surprised me that NONE of you have asked?
"why isn't Ponyboy smoking, I haven't read about him lighting up a single weed, what's with that?" im just surprised that none of you realized that, or maybe you have and didn't ask. Then again, how could you pick up on something so minute compared to all the hot action goin' on when there are at least five guys wantin' a piece of Pony lol. But if it is a question of yours, just not as pressing as the others. he's doin' track, so therefore, no smoke time, or not much anyway; says so in the book…
And what is going to happen when Dally gets out of the cooler? He's not going to be too happy, I'll tell you that much.
But in other matters… Major Pb/S action alert! I'm not kiddin' this is the Mac daddy of all Pb/S chaps (my pride and joy) you pb/s lovers! you will enjoy this chap, hopefully.
Another thing I should mention, Dally is in this; just showing what/who he's dealing with in jail and how lousy he feels. So, yeah, have fun.
Two weeks have passed since the soc incident, as well as the far too close encounter with Steve. Not much has occurred since then, until tonight.
Ponyboy sat on the couch, reading as usual on a Friday night. Ever since Dally was kicked into the cooler, Johnny started hanging around with Two-Bit. And since Two-Bit usually only swings by the house to grab some food and chug back a few beers, Pony hasn't seen much of his two friends and has been a bit lonely, not to mention that he cant even go anywhere in town without worrying about being jumped by socs. So he's been home bound for the most part other than school.
"Yer always fuckin' reading, and not even anything good." Steve hissed as he came down the stairs, plopping down in a chair across from the couch. Ponyboy rolled his eyes, not even bothering to argue back. Steve was now living with them, seeing as how his dad kicked his ass out of the house and the Curtis brothers are never the ones to turn someone down a place to stay for a while.
"A book is a present you can open again and again," Ponyboy muttered to himself, sadly loud enough for it to catch Steve's ears.
"Yeah, and a pair of socks are a shitty present that I can wear again and again," Steve retorted. Ponyboy glared at him over the top of his book, rolling his eyes at the greaser. What a shitty come back.
"Hey Steve, watch Pony while me and Soda are out, 'kay?" Darry asked as he came down the stairs, gathering his things. He and Soda both had work, Johnny and Two-Bit haven't been around for the whole afternoon, Dally's in the cooler, and Steve was on his day off. "I don't want to hear it Pony," Darry snapped before Ponyboy even had a chance to protest. "And no fighting, I don't need you two tearing this house down to it's foundation." Darry warned as he grabbed his coat and keys.
'No, I cannot be left alone with him, no. Please no.' Ponyboy thought, panic rising in him. "But-" Pony began as he got off the couch, walking over to his brother.
"I don't want to hear it, Ponyboy," Darry said sternly, "I'm already late and I don't need your lip." stepping out of the house without another word, taking off too work.
"Hmhmhmm," Steve chuckled lowly, staring at the auburn with a leery, smug look on his face. A shiver ran down the auburn's spine, feeling Steve's eyes on him. Ponyboy turned around slowly, stepping away from the door. "So it's just me and you," Steve said, looking the auburn up and down. A leer in his eye as he ran his tongue across his top set of teeth.
"Fuck off," Ponyboy growled, trying to hide his fear with anger as he glared at the older greaser, storming into the kitchen, Steve immediately following behind him.
"It'd be wise to watch yer damn mouth seeing as how there's no one here to save your sorry ass if we get into a fight," Steve hissed, shoving the auburn from behind, sending him flying into the kitchen table. Ponyboy braced himself with his hands, preventing himself from falling onto the table. "Or better," Steve leered as he pressed his groin against the boy's ass.
"Back off Steve! I'm not in the mood to deal with you!" Ponyboy shouted as he whipped around to face the older greaser, shoving him back.
"Well that's too damn bad princess 'cause Darry told me to watch you." Steve growled back in the auburn's face, shoving him against the table again, trapping him there with his body.
"Just go away, I don't need you watching me!" Ponyboy snarled, trying to shove Steve away, only finding that the older greaser was unrelenting in keeping him there.
"If I buy you a Pepsi, will you not be as big of a whiney little bitch?" Steve hissed, pressing himself tightly against the auburn when he began to wriggle.
"Shut up!" Ponyboy spat, not feeling too appreciative of what he'd just been called as he hit Steve hard in the chest with his fist.
"I'll take that as a 'yes'" Steve growled lowly, catching the auburn's wrist when he brought his fist down a second time.
"Let go!" Ponyboy shouted as he was dragged into the living room, tugging at the greaser's hand as he tried to get lose, pulling and twisting the best he could; digging his heels into the floor. "Fuckin' let go of me you asshole!" Ponyboy gritted through clenched teeth, cursing and cussing him out left and right. With all his hard effort to get lose, it didn't pay off. He'd been dragged down the porch steps, then pulled over to Steve's car.
"Ya know, for a little runt ya sure got a big mouth," Steve growled, shoving the auburn's shoulder. "Get in," Steve ordered the auburn, only to be glared at by the younger greaser. "Get. In." Steve repeated through clenched teeth, flicking Ponyboy in the forehead.
"I'm not going anywhere with you!" Ponyboy hissed, swatting Steve's hand away from his face.
"Just get in the damn fucking car! I'm treatin' ya to a free soda you little jackass!" Steve yelled in the auburn's face.
"Your money isn't worth jack shit to me!" Ponyboy cussed, yelling right back in Steve's face, having to get on the tip's of his toes to do so.
"You fuckin'-" Steve cut himself short as he yanked the driver's side door open, grabbing a hold of the auburn and shoving him across the bench seat so he was on the passenger side, colliding with the passenger side door painfully. Ponyboy yanked on the door handle, trying to get out of the car. "It's jammed you tart," Steve hissed as he started up his car.
"Where are we going?" Ponyboy grumbled with a huff, crossing his arms over his chest. Figuring it'd only get worse if he put up any more of a fuss.
"Ta get sodas," Steve growled, pressing on the gas as he sped down the road.
"Where?" Ponyboy growled. He hated short answers, he couldn't understand why people didn't just answer him fully.
"Does it fuckin' matter?" Steve asked, looking at the auburn with a pissed off look. Ponyboy rolled his eyes, glaring out the passenger side window as Steve drove down the road. The two fell silent, nothing but the sound of the car was heard between them. The silence was too loud and deafening for Steve. Cranking up the radio, the song Gloria thumping out the crackled speakers, just clear enough to make out the words and tune.
"Tuff system," Ponyboy said, sarcasm dripping from every letter of his words, earning a glare from the older greaser as he slowed down to a stop light.
"This ain't some jukebox, it's a car," Steve said, revving the engine for emphasis.
"A poor excuse at that," Pony retorted, jiggling the jammed door handle. Nearly smirking when Steve glowered at him. The two waited for the light to change, their banter cut down to nothing; neither one having anything else to say. Steve pressed on the gas as soon as the light changed, speeding down the road. The sudden burst of speed had shoved Pony against the seat, seeing this, a chuckle escaped Steve's lips. A few more lights, roads, lefts and rights, they were finally there. Buck's.
"Alright," Steve said, pulling his keys out of the ignition as he opened his door, stepping out. "aren't ya comin' out?" Steve asked, looking at the auburn.
"I'm not allowed to be here Steve, and you know that," Pony spat, glaring at the older teen.
"You're only not allowed to be here if they find out," Steve said, "'sides, it's not like you'll be drinking any alcohol; you're too much of a pussy to anyway." Steve said with a smirk, tugging at the boy's arm, trying to pull him out.
"Stop!" Ponyboy hissed, swatting Steve away as he was pulled halfway across the seat. Trying to escape the inevitable, he was finally pulled from the car. Not without putting up a fight of course.
"Fuckin' twat," Steve cussed under his breath as he rubbed his sore jaw, having been kicked in the face by the auburn square in the mouth, shoving Ponyboy away from his car towards the roadhouse.
"Steve-" Ponyboy gritted out as the greaser gripped his arm tightly, cut short of his words when Steve interrupted him.
"Shut it," Steve hissed, pulling Ponyboy along. "You said so yerself that my money ain't worth jack shit to ya, so I'm goin' where its free," Steve growled out, yanking the door open, shoving the auburn inside.
Ponyboy looked around the place, looking like any typical roadhouse would; pool tables, a bar, smoky air, red lighting, not too well kempt, and the sound of Hank Williams flooding the place. No one was there, seeing as how it was pretty early, for a bar crowd anyway and surprisingly no party.
"C'mon," Steve said, pulling the auburn towards the bar, not getting any resistance from him for once.
"Hey Stevey boy, what'll it be?" the bar tender asked, rubbing down the counter of the bar.
"I'll take a beer, and give him a Pepsi, Vick." Steve said, sitting down in one of the chairs lined up at the bar, Ponyboy following suit.
"Sure thing," Vick said, getting to work on their drinks.
"Where ya goin'?" Steve asked when Ponyboy had gotten up from his seat suddenly.
"Goin' to the bathroom," Ponyboy hissed, jabbing his thumb in the direction of where a restroom sign was placed on the wall.
"Fine," Steve grumbled back, gripping the beer bottle that was handed to him. Waiting until the auburn was out of earshot. "Hey Vick, remember that time when me and Soda helped ya out when ya had some car trouble a while back?" Steve asked, digging around in his pocket for his cigarettes.
"Heck yeah I do, you guys were a life saver. I'm still stickin' to my word; ya need anythin' give me a holler. Why, what ya need?" Vick asked with a waggle of his eyebrows as he dried a wet glass with a bar rag. Vick was a known drug dealer/maker, any drug you name it, he's got it. He had all sorts of drugs, so many it seemed like they could fill a candy store, some people actually called him the candy man - his regulars do, or customers if you will. Now just because he sold drugs doesn't mean he did them. At most a blunt here or there but that's it.
"I think I'll take you up on that offer of yours," Steve said with a wink and a smirk.
"What can candy man Vick do for you?" Vick asked, grabbing a bottle of Pepsi from the fridge.
"Ya got any of those ecstasy roofies?" Steve asked, a leer present on his face.
"Sure do," Vick said, rummaging around under the counter before coming back up with what looked like a prescription bottle from a pharmacy. "Who're these for?" Vick asked, before handing over the bottle.
"The kid that came in with me," Steve said before continuing, "I think he deserves a 'special' drink." a broad smirk spread across his lips.
"No problem," Vick said, popping the top off of the tube. "should 'probly get a glass…" Vick thought aloud, snatching a glass from the shelf, pouring the whole bottle of Pepsi into it.
"How long do they take to kick in?" Steve asked, watching as Vick dropped a capsule into the fizzy drink.
"Well, since it was put in soda; making it dissolve quicker, five ta ten minutes or so." Vick said.
"Good, thanks Vick," Steve said with a smirk.
"Anytime," Vick said nonchalantly, tossing the towel over his right shoulder. Just then, Ponyboy came out of the bathroom, walking back over to the bar.
"Here's your Pepsi," Vick said with a polite smile, sliding it to the auburn when he came back to sit at the bar.
"Thanks," Ponyboy said, unaware that his drink had been tampered with. Seating himself next to Steve, he gripped the drink in his hand before bringing it to his lips, taking a sip.
"If ya'll need anything, give me a holler," Vick said, walking into another part of the road house, leaving the two alone. As time dragged on, they began to reach the few last sips of their drinks.
"How's yer Pepsi?" Steve asked, gripping the auburn's shoulder.
"Ughh- I don't… mmnot feelin' … I feel funny," Ponyboy groaned, pressing his hand to his forehead, trying to stop the strange tingling feeling; swaying back and forth as his vision blurred. 'I can't see, it's like there's a black shroud blocking my vision,' Ponyboy thought, his mind starting to fizzle, making it nearly impossible to think or talk.
"C'mon, I'll take ya upstairs," Steve said as he grabbed a hold of Pony's arm, catching the auburn when he nearly fell off the bar stool. Practically dragging the intoxicated teen towards the splintery stairs. Ponyboy stumbled up the stairs, his legs no longer knowing how to work it seemed, using Steve as crutch almost. His sight hazy, his head felt heavy, his whole body tingled and buzzed with a weird sensation. He could barely make out his surroundings; he felt so out of focus - so out of place, as if he were in a trance. "In here," Steve said before he yanked Ponyboy into the small, musky room, just about throwing Pony down on the creaky, spring bed. The young Curtis let out a grunt of discomfort as his back made contact with the old and over used mattress.
"Wha?" Pony groaned out, trying to fight the drug's effects; trying to stay awake. Ponyboy wriggled as the older teen began to straddle his hips. "Ngh," Ponyboy groaned at the weight of the older greaser pressed down on him. Even if he tried to struggle against the body on top of him, no matter how hard his attempts were, he was just too weak and powerless against the older teen, with or without being drugged. But he couldn't prevent it - too weak, and unable in his state of intoxication. Slowly slipping away into a false coma. Completely lost in the drugs trance he began to feel the other's adventurous hands as they made their way up his shirt, making the fabric crumple together as it gathered in a group of wrinkles on his soft chest just above his nipples. Steve's fingers pressed against the smooth skin of Pony's torso. He traced his fingers up and down the boy's chest and abdomen; marveling at the boy's slender and sleek body. Goosebumps spreading across his skin like the plague from the ticklish sensation. "…!" Pony's breath hitched in his throat, blocking any words from coming out as he felt a hot and moist tongue flick over one of his nipples. His body couldn't help but enjoy the pleasure it was receiving. His emerald eyes clamped shut when he felt a rather wanderlust, rough hand on his crotch through his jeans, letting out a light moan as it rubbed him. Ponyboy let out a choked moan as he bucked his hips up when a sudden jerk of the hand on his groin twisted, bringing a smirk to Steve's lips. Losing complete awareness of what his body was doing and just going with what felt good. His mind was in a haze, forgetting who the person was above him, why he was here, what was going on. His body was doing his thinking for him, fogged over by lust, want, desire, hormones and the drug.
"I'm gonna fuck ya so good Pony," Steve gritted out between clenched teeth against Ponyboy's ear with a chuckle. Steve leaned forward until his lips brushed against the smaller boy's neck, sucking and biting on the soft skin, loving the soft moans from the boy's lips. 'The drug is doin' a damn good job,' Steve thought with a smirk, looking into the auburn's dilated eyes. 'He's so out of it; almost blind. And the ecstasy is a pretty good touch too.' Steve thought maliciously, rubbing the inside of Pony's thigh, moving his hand up to the boy's groin, loving how the boy moaned at the slightest touches. His hand began to unzip the front of Pony's jeans, making the smaller boy shudder as he dipped his hand down the front. 'He's already hard,' Steve smirked down at the defenseless body beneath him, tightening his grip on Pony's length, loving the loud gasp he elicited from the auburn.
"Ah…Ah…" Ponyboy panted out lightly as Steve continued to fondle him, his fingers curling in the bed sheets as he gripped them tightly in his fists. "Nu-hh!" Pony gasped as Steve pinched his nipple; twisting it between his fingers. Steve moved his mouth to Pony's neck, proceeding to bite, suck and nibble on the boy's neck. His large hands dragging the jeans down Ponyboy's thighs. "Ohnh," Pony's voice nearly a moan as the hand teased mercilessly at the sensitive area between his thighs. Before Pony couldn't even take a breath, Steve's rough lips were on his. "Mmmphh!" Ponyboy groaned into the kiss, the drugs setting in completely, he kissed back. Lost in a dream, his mind blank and his hormones raging, ecstasy dosed body in full dictatorship; only going by what felt so damn fucking good. He twisted and curled his fingers in the back of Steve's black shirt, pressing his tongue into Steve's mouth, their tongues tangled in a feverous dance. Suddenly, Pony's jeans and underwear were torn from his body, groaning as his leg was pulled up roughly, wrapping around Steve's waist, bringing their groins closer together. "Mmmnh!" Ponyboy moaned into the mouth connected to his as the rough material of Steve's jeans scratched against his sensitive cock. "Ungh!" Pony yelped when a rough hand squeezed his bare ass cheek with a bruising grip, leaving his mouth open for deeper plundering. "Mmmh!" Ponyboy moaned as the older greaser grinded their groins together.
"Mmmn," Steve moaned as the auburn sucked on his tongue, grinding his groin up against his. "Ah," Steve growled lowly as the auburn bit his bottom lip, tugging at the older greaser's shirt.
"Ahn," Pony moaned softly, tugging at the front of Steve's jeans; begging him to lose that article of clothing since it began to irritate his groin rather than pleasure it. Burying his face into Steve's shoulder, nipping particularly hard at the skin there.
"Nmmph!" Steve grunted, turned on even more than before, tugging the auburn's shirt off with a good yank before undoing the front of his pants, pulling them down halfway along with is underwear. Pulling the auburn back against him, continuing his grinding against the boy beneath him. "Uhngh!" Steve moaned as he felt the heat of the boy's groin against his own.
"Ahngh!" Ponyboy groaned as Steve's length jabbed him continually, grunting as Steve bit his shoulder sharply. The older teen quickly tired of the foreplay and was ready to take it to the next step. Steve slid two fingers into his mouth, nearly cumming at the thought of the auburn doing the same to his dick. He slid his tongue in between Steve's fingers; coating each one in a thick coat of saliva. Steve retracted his fingers from his hot mouth; spittle dripping out the corner of his lips due to excess saliva in his mouth. Steve spread Pony's legs, settling between them as he pulled the auburn a bit closer to him. Steve shoved two large fingers in without consent. "Ahhh!" Ponyboy yelped in discomfort as he was stretched; having not done anything like this in a while, his entrance seeming to have grown taught and puckered once more. Pony tightened around the intrusion as he let out a muffled moan. A chuckle passed Steve's lips as he watched the teen below him begin to writhe and squirm.
'Damn! I never would'a thought that his voice would be such a fuckin' turn on, I might just lose it,' Steve thought, his dick throbbing with every noise that escaped the auburn's mouth. A gasp slipped past the Ponyboy's lips as the older greaser's fingers teased lightly at his walls. He began working Ponyboy hard; twisting, curling and pushing his fingers in, trying to find the auburn's tender spot.
"Engh!" Ponyboy groaned in discomfort as Steve rammed his fingers in and out of him roughly.
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!" a not so familiar voice screamed from the doorway; the door having been kicked in. Steve looked to the door, but the person was already in the room, tearing him off of Ponyboy.
"Tim?" Steve asked before he was thrown to the floor by the pissed off hood.
"Who the fuck else?" he grounded out, hauling the greaser up to his feet by the collar of his shirt. "I ought'a beat the tar outa ya." Tim snarled, raising his fist, getting ready to pumble the greaser. But a groan from the bed stopped him, looking over his shoulder he spotted the youngest Curtis in such a pathetic state - doped up, partially naked with a semi erection, and no idea of what was going on. Turning his head back to Steve, he snarled "But I'll let Dally have the pleasure of doin' it himself." Steve scoffed in the hood's face.
"The bastard's in jail," he nearly laughed "what's he goin' ta do to me, huh? Write me nasty letter?" Steve sneered, yanking Tim's fists off of his shirt as he started out the door.
"Don't think you're gettin' away with what ya did, he's gonna find out, and he's gonna be pissed," Tim said warningly as he stared at Steve, stopping the greaser in his tracks. "Did you even think of what Darry and Soda would say, or do, once they found out what happened to their little brother?" he asked almost threateningly, his eyes narrowing to slits as he glared at Steve. Before either of them could say anything else, Ponyboy groaned, gripping the thin bed sheets that barely clung to the mattress, arching his back as he let out a pitiful moan. Tim glared at Steve before strutting over to the bed. He yanked the auburn's clothes back on half-assed, not bothering to redo the boy's pants.
"Where ya takin' him?" Steve spat, nearly shitting bricks at the realization of what would happen to him if he went back to the Curtis house without Ponyboy; the kid he was supposed to watch. He watched as the hood scooped up the small greaser, his partially limp body draped over his thick arms like a frail rag doll.
"You better stay the fuck away from him if you know what's good for you," Tim growled at the greaser as he walked out of the room, shoving past him through the doorway. A sudden grip at his shoulder made him stop.
"No one has ta know 'bout this Tim, just leave the kid here, let me have my fun, and then I'll bring him home; hell, you can have a go if ya want." Steve tried to offer, only for it to fall on deaf ears.
"Fuck off Randel, ya fucked yerself over on this one. Try tellin' Curtis what happened to his kid brother when he's kickin' yer damn head in." Tim hissed, shrugging his shoulder out of the greaser's hold, making his way down the hall to the stairs.
"Shit!" Steve cussed under his breath through clenched teeth, knowing full well that he'd gotten himself in some deep business; trying to think of something to tell Darry. It was too late to stop Tim, hearing his car rev out of the place and down the street.
"Fuckin' idiot," Tim growled out, speeding towards his house. Ponyboy groaned softly in the passenger seat, moving uneasily in his seat; the drugs still having their effect on the auburn. Tim glanced at the young greaser, eyeing him cautiously. His eyes watching as the auburn's chest rose and fell with steady rhythm as his breath came out in soft pants. His face flush, the groin of his jeans in a perfect pitched tent. Tim snatched his eyes back onto the road, finding his own jeans growing a bit tight as well. The Shepard gang leader made a sharp turn, sending the auburn sliding across the long bench against him. Tim eyed Ponyboy; sweeping the boy over with his eyes, picturing the things he would do to the auburn. Too focused on the greaser, he hadn't noticed the line up of cars ahead of him that were stopped at the light. Quickly slamming on his brakes to avoid colliding with the other cars. The abrupt stop in motion sent the auburn flying into the dashboard due to the momentum.
"Ahh!" Ponyboy yelled out painfully as his head hit the dashboard.
"Shit!" Tim cursed, grabbing the teen before he fell onto the floor. Pony's head lolled back, his body limp in Tim's arms.
"Ugh." Pony groaned as he was set back up in the seat.
"Not too bad, but the kids bruised for sure." Tim growled under his breath, finding this whole 'watching' bullshit tedious and annoying; he wasn't getting anything from it. 'I just pretty much saved his ass from getting raped; which is what that bastard wanted me to do - keep an eye on the kid while he was in the cooler.' Tim thought to himself, 'The same damn bastard that burnt a fuckin' hole in my arm with a fuckin' weed and belted me a good one across the face.' Tim thought ruefully, rubbing at the burn on his arm, constantly feeling the dull throb of the welt on his cheek. 'So why the hell should I be doin' him any favors; goose guarding his damn cock tease.' Tim thought bitterly, a sneer searing it's place on his face as he glared at the pitiful, helpless auburn. 'All though…' Tim's glare dipping heavily into a leer. 'The kid could pay up for Dally havin' me watch him 'n' all.' The Sheppard gang leader thought mischievously as he thrummed his fingers on the steering wheel. Starring at the auburn, watching as he writhed; feeling the heat radiate off of the auburn. "Fuck it," Tim said with a wide smirk, placing his hand on the boy's inner thigh, listening as the auburn moaned out softly.
"Ahn," Ponyboy grunted at the hood's grasp on his groin through his jeans; the strain from his underwear too much for him to bear on his throbbing member. "Oohngh," Ponyboy groaned lowly, absentmindedly spreading his legs further apart as Tim took it a step further, thrusting his hand into the boy's pants. "Nghh," Ponyboy groaned softly as he shifted in his seat. Tim smirked as he felt the auburn hardening in his hand, stroking the boy softly and slowly. Without skipping a beat, Tim's rough lips were locked on Pony's in a demanding kiss, pulling the auburn down to the seat and straddling him. "Mmn," Ponyboy moaned into the kiss, pressing his lips back against Tim's as his body was pulled tightly to the one above him. Tim moved his hands from the boy's groin, placing them on his ass in a tight squeeze. "Aah," Pony panted as Tim latched his mouth onto his neck, grinding his groin against the boy. Tim's hold on the teen tightened as his rhythm in his grinding increased to dry humping.
"Aughnh." Tim grunted through clenched teeth, wanting nothing more than to fuck the little greaser right then and there in the front seat of his car. "Mmnn." Tim moaned lowly, enjoying the feel of Ponyboy's body beneath his as he thrust his groin against the boy. So entrapped on the boy, he hadn't noticed that the light had turned green, disappointedly the person behind him did as they blared their horn at him to move. "Fuck." Tim cursed, pulling himself off the teen as he settled back into his seat, propping Pony back up into a sitting position. Tim sped off, passing four blocks before reaching his own. Pulling into the driveway, helping Ponyboy out of the car, bringing him into the house. Angela and Curly were at the Nightly Double scoring some action.
"C'mon kid," Tim said, carrying the auburn over to the couch, plopping him there.
'Should 'probly call his brother up,' Tim thought absentmindedly as he took a few steps for the phone, deciding against it when he remembered that both of the auburn's brothers were probably working; seeing as how that's all they seemed to do Tim mused. Hearing a choked whimper coming from the couch, Tim's attention was snapped back onto the teen. A slick smirk rolled across his lips as he eyed the auburn up. "I'll keep a close eye on 'im for ya Dal," Tim chuckled as he walked back over to the auburn. His hands became wanderlust, feeling the boy all over before settling on his groin, squeezing him through his jeans.
"Ahngh!" Ponyboy groaned at the sudden tight hold on his groin, writhing in pleasure as the hand started to rub him thoroughly.
"Real close," Tim smirked, pulling the boy's pants and underwear down to his shins before yanking them off. He marveled at the greaser, wanting nothing more than to fuck the kid. Slipping his fingers into his mouth, lathering them in his saliva real good before sliding them into the auburn easily.
"Ahn," Ponyboy panted out as the two thick fingers pressed deeper into him. Ponyboy moaned softly as Tim began to pull out, moaning again as they pressed back in. The hood couldn't help but love how his fingers slid easily in and out of the young auburn, picking up his pace and force, earning a mewl from the greaser. "Gh," Ponyboy groaned lightly as the fingers curled up inside him, then uncurling once more. Tim repeated this action, never being able to stop himself from enjoying the erotic expressions on the boy's face. Pumping his fingers in faster and faster, never getting enough of the auburns sweet, soft noises.
'I could take him right here, right now,' Tim thought, gripping his hard on through his jeans, rubbing himself as he continued to finger the auburn vigorously. 'Dally would never know.' the hood thought, rubbing his zipper with his thumb; gliding his tongue across his lips at the thought of it. Just the thought of fucking the young greaser senseless on his couch. Just utterly dominating the auburn as he would bend him over and have his way with him as he pleased. Just the thought of fucking the young greaser got any of the hoods or greasers blood boiling and their pants tight. Soda and Ponyboy were right in there among the rest of the broads of hood and greaser dirty-talk. Most likely the reason why Ponyboy was never allowed at Buck's, he'd be mauled the minute he set foot in the place. Soda on the other hand could handle himself, though he still didn't spend too much time there; its not like he had enough time anyway, working and all. Darry had overheard a few hoods talking dirty about his younger brothers, and not too keen on what they were saying, well, lets just leave at that they never talked about his brothers if he were anywhere within earshot. Greasers and hoods rebelled against anything and didn't care for any law, rule, moral or authority, so it was no surprise that most if not all had fucked another guy before. A fuck was a fuck just as much as a hole was a hole, it doesn't matter what gender you were when the lights were out - it only mattered if the sex was good.
"Augngh!" Ponyboy moaned out as his whole length was engulfed by the hood's mouth, bucking into the sucking warmth. "Mnnph!" Ponyboy let out a muffled grunt as the hot wetness started to pull back, bucking his hips desperately to get it back only to have his hips pressed back down to the couch firmly. Tim lowered his head again, slipping the boy back into his mouth. Sucking and bobbing at a diligent pace, still not able to get enough of the noises that the auburn made. A small whimper passed the auburn's lips as the hood teased him with his tongue, sliding his fingers into the auburn again. His fingers working the boy well; filling him to the second knuckle with his three thick fingers. Ponyboy's cock began to twitch with anticipation of release, just about on the verge of exploding into the hood's mouth. Feeling that the auburn was about to cum, he began tugging on the boy's balls stopping the urge to release just yet. "Uhngh," Ponyboy groaned, displeased that his climax was taken away from him so suddenly, bucking his hips up as if in retaliation. Noting this, Tim stopped his actions, pulling off the teen.
"Patience is a virtue, babe." Tim smirked as he watched the auburn writhe beneath him, fancying greatly how bad the young greaser wanted his touch. Wanting nothing more than to see him in more pleasurable anguish, he blew on the auburn's wet shaft, causing the greaser to shudder and gasp greatly.
"Ungh!" Ponyboy groaned, fisting the couch cushions in his hands as the hood's tongue lapped up and down at his shaft before finally engulfing him once more. Tim's fingers continued to pump in and out of the auburn as he engulfed his member; moving his head and hand in sync with one another. "Mnggh!" Ponyboy moaned loudly as the fingers brushed against something inside of him, arching his back off the couch in immense pleasure. Pony could feel himself coming close again, so close to release, grunting softly as he felt himself stiffen and twitch. Tim felt that the boy was close on his tongue, picking up his pace, bringing the auburn to a forceful climax. "Uhnngh!" Ponyboy moaned loudly as he came. His back arched painfully as his body stiffened, his body going completely rigid as he came deep in the hood's mouth, bucking his hips as his body spasm from his powerful orgasm. The hood, having had experience swallowed the boy's load easily. "Ahn," Pony panted, his body going lax and loose as he collapsed back down onto the couch, trying to catch his breath before passing out from exhaustion and the drug. Seeing that he wasn't going to get anymore fun out of the greaser, he decided to call the Curtis house; figuring that at least one of them would be home by now. Hearing the dial tone of the phone against his ear, waiting for someone on the other end to pick up.
"Hello?" a groggy voice on the other end asked - Sodapop.
"Hey, it's Tim." Tim replied before continuing, "Pony is over here, he and Steve got into a fight at the Nightly Double, so I took him off Steve's hands before he fucked the kid up too bad." Tim explained, partially telling the truth.
"I was kinda wondering why no one was home when I got in." Soda seemed to say to himself but to Tim indirectly. "Oh, is he okay?" Soda asked, still a bit groggy but concerned and a little more alert. "Well thanks, want me to come get him?" Soda asked.
"He's fine, just a bruise is all." Tim said with a nonchalant reassurance. "Nah, I don't mind him here. Plus ain't Steve stayin' with you anyway, the kid mumbled somethin' about it." Tim said, winging that Steve was staying with them; its almost every other two to four weeks that he's kicked out of the house by his dad.
"Yeah, alright I'll just tell Darry when he gets home, I guess bring him back tomorrow morning." Soda said with a yawn.
"Sure," Tim said back, hanging up the phone with a clank. Looking back over to the couch, he made his way back to the auburn.
"Mmn," Ponyboy groaned softly as he snuggled deeper into the couch. Whimpering weakly as hands pulled him from his comfortable place, unaware that the hands were only redressing him in his clothes and not removing him from the couch. Sighing contently as he settled himself back into the couch, curling in on himself. Before leaving the auburn to rest, he pulled the thin blanket off of the top of the couch, plopping it on the smaller greaser, heading off to his room.
The night's dark hours swept the earth for a short while. The sun soon retaking its place in the sky, slowly creeping its way back on its pedestal. People's dreams slipping away into the morning's dawn as they began to wake into the new day.
"Gnnngh!" Ponyboy groaned groggily as he woke, pain shooting him like a bullet in the back, his head pounding and throbbing unmercifully. The searing sun blinding him as it shot into his face, flopping back down as he groaned out in pain.
"Sleep well?" an unfamiliar voice asked from across the room. Ponyboy creaked an eye open a slit, finding Tim sitting in a chair across from him.
'What is he doin' here- wait, where is here?' Ponyboy thought, sitting up slightly looking around the room. This wasn't his house, his couch, his living room, at all. A painful throb sent him wheeling back onto the couch, groaning in pain. "Uhnngh, my head." Pony said softly, pressing his hand to his forehead.
"You and Steve had a bit of a fight at the Nightly double last night." Tim said, standing up out of the chair, walking over to the auburn.
"Ngh, over what?" Ponyboy groaned, trying to remember but it was all a haze, only to cause his brain to throb more.
"Not sure but he knocked ya pretty hard." Tim said, handing the kid a glass of water.
"Thanks," Pony muttered, taking the glass in his hand taking a gulp. "Why'm I here?" Ponyboy asked, taking another gulp of his water.
"Steve didn't want to deal with ya so he left ya at the drive in, I took you here 'cause my place was closer than your's and your brothers weren't home anyway." Tim said, his false excuse making the boy believe him.
"I don't remember any of that." Ponyboy murmured, touching his forehead as he shook his head.
"Ya blacked out kid," Tim began, "He socked ya one in the temple and I swear your head spun in circles." the hood lied, knowing full well of what really happened.
"I guess so…" Pony said softly, taking a sip of his water as he rubbed his throbbing head.
"Finish your water and I'll take ya back home." Tim said, picking up the newspaper before heading back over to the chair he was sitting in before. Pony sat up, turning so his back was pressed against the back rest of the couch.
"Is that Ponyboy Curtis I see?" a tender voice said from the front door before the body came rushing into the house.
"Leave 'im alone Angela, he ain't feelin' too hot." Tim said, snapping the newspaper open.
"Hmmn, I can change that real easy." She said with a chuckle and a wink at the boy as she rubbed his shoulders. Pony's face lit up with a blush as Angela's hands roamed from his shoulders to his chest. The Shepard sister laughed aloud, "Told ya I could change that real easy," Angela said hotly, her breath fanning over the auburn's neck. "I could make you burn up if you want," Angela said suggestively as her hands began to roam south . "How would you like that Pony?" the broad asked huskily against the boy's ear, her hands ghosting just over his groin before gripping either of his thighs in her hands.
"Enough Angela," Tim said warningly.
"Oh cool it Tim, I'm just toying with him," Angela said, resting her chin in the nape of Pony's neck. "It's not my fault I can't keep my hands to myself when ever a Curtis boy is around." Angela said with a smirk, gripping the auburn's inner thighs tightly in her hands, making Ponyboy jump. "I just cant help myself." she breathed down Pony's neck, the remnants of alcohol on her breath from last night.
"I mean it Angela," Tim growled as his sister continued to run her hands all over the boy.
"Ya always gotta be the fun sucker don't you Tim." Angela pouted, twirling a lock of Pony's auburn hair in her fingers as she eased back a bit of off him. "See ya 'round Ponyboy." Angela said before leaving the greaser alone as she made her way upstairs. Ponyboy was stiff as a board and flushed like mad.
"C'mon, lets go." Tim said, standing up and heading out the door. Ponyboy scrambled to his feet, setting the glass of water down on the table. Ponyboy got in the car just as Tim started it up before pulling out and heading down the road. Pony couldn't help but see a similarity between Tim and Dallas. Both hard, rugged, cold hoods with an immeasurable amount of apathy of laws, rules or morals. Not helping the fact that he could see Dally in Tim; his cold eyes always set in a glare at the world, the shape and tone of his body, how he walks with determination and edge and the constant attitude of 'I don't give a fuck' stated bluntly with their appearance. Pony admired those things about Dally; how he could be tuff at being tough. No soc would ever dream of jumping Dally, it just wouldn't happen.
'He always has his guard up, always looking to fight.' Pony thought. Which is good, especially for me and Johnny, were always getting jumped and harassed it seems.' Ponyboy thought. 'He's protective of me, even when he doesn't need to be.' Remembering all of the quarrels between Dally and Two-Bit. 'Tim's protective, not like Dally, but he didn't have to bring me to his house after Steve slugged me and let me stay the night.' Ponyboy thought, knowing that the hoods weren't exactly alike, but similar enough to one another. The song 'Downtown' thumping through the speakers over the radio as they rode along the road.
The lights are much brighter there
You can forget all your troubles
Forget all your cares and go
Downtown
Things'll be great when you're
Downtown
No finer place for sure
Downtown
Everything's waiting for you
Downtown
The song thrummed on as they neared the Curtis house, filling the car with its melody and Petula Clark's voice. Just as the song was ending they reached the house.
"Thanks," Ponyboy said as he got out of the car "you wanna come in for a while?" the auburn asked as he closed the door, having realized that no one was home and he didn't feel like being alone.
"Nah, I got somewhere ta be," he answered back coolly, "Catch ya some other time kid." Tim said before driving off down the road. Ponyboy headed up his walk, stepping up the porch steps before making the short space to the door.
"Ponyboy!" a voice cheered as he stepped in, looking over to the area he heard it he found Two-Bit, suddenly getting swept into the rusty haired greaser's arms.
"Hey Two-Bit." Ponyboy smiled at his friend as he was spun around the room.
"Darry told me to watch ya today 'cause of the fight you and Steve had last night." Two-Bit said as he set the dizzy auburn down, watching as he fell back onto the couch as he lost his balance. "Nice balancing skills ya got there Pony!" Two-Bit laughed, plopping down next to the auburn.
"I try," the auburn said back with a chuckle. 'That's what I like about Two-Bit, other than his sense of humor, he's always there for me.' Ponyboy thought with a smile, remembering how he'd saved him and Johnny from the socs in the park.
"So what you wanna do today?" Two-Bit asked, slapping the auburn on the shoulder. "I don't plan on stickin' around the house all day." Two-Bit said, picking at the dirt under his nails. Ponyboy shrugged his shoulders, he really didn't know what he wanted to do.
"You're gunna have to speak up kid, body isn't my first language." Two-Bit teased.
"But you're so fluent," Pony teased back, getting Two-Bit to chuckle a little.
"C'mon, lets walk around town." Two-Bit said standing up before heading out the door, Pony lagging behind him.
"What happened to your car?" Ponyboy asked as he stepped out behind Two-Bit.
"I left it at the DX to get fixed, hopefully Steve 'nd Soda will fix it this time instead of flirtin' with all them broads Soda draws in." Two-Bit said with a chuckle as they walked down the street..
"So where we goin'?" Pony asked.
"Around." Two-Bit said with a smirk.
-xXx-
Cold cement his floor, iron bars adorned his windows, tall metal gates laced with barbed wire atop were his fence - all his boundaries, his restrictions from the world. By far too familiar with each one; immune to the atmosphere to this cold place. His world limited and tight. Knowing how the system works and how to play it, he'd be out soon enough.
"Weren't you here just a few months ago, Winston?" an arrogant voice came from the body across the table in front of the blonde.
"I guess I just like it here." Dallas said with a glare and a cocky tone, looking up from his tray of food that he was served from the dinner line. His blue eyes finding the face of the arrogant, cocky bastard. "Mitch." the man's name coming out the blonde's mouth with great apathy. Being in and out of prison like a light switch, you tend to get to know the guards.
"Mitchell." he corrected the hood. "You must, seeing as how you do all this dumb shit just to get back in here." Mitchell said with a cocky smirk, placing his right foot on the chair closest to him, resting his forearm on his bent knee as he leaned forward, a smirk plastered to his lips.
"Don't you have to be watching the other inmates in the cafe, than terrorizing me, Mitch." Dallas said, leaning back in his chair coolly.
"I ain't the only guard in here, Winston." Mitchell said with a toothy grin at the blonde.
"That's a shame." Dallas muttered, not enjoying the company of the guard.
"What was that?" Mitchell asked, tapping on the table with his night stick.
"That's a shame." he repeated louder.
"A shame that I have enough time to bother you?" Mitchell asked.
"If that's how you take it." Dallas hissed lowly.
"How old are you Winston?" Mitchell asked.
"I'm not gonna tell you somethin' you already-"
"How old are you?" Mitchell said, cutting the hood off.
"Seventeen." Dallas said with a bit of edge. "And you're thirty-five," Dallas said smugly, knowing full well that Mitchell wasn't that old, just toying with him to get his real age.
"Twenty-eight." Mitchell corrected the blonde. "You think you know everything, don't you Winston?" Mitchell said. "You think you've seen and done it all, am I right Winston?" Mitchell said cockily. Dallas sneered at Mitchell, he hated the cocky, uptight attitude he portrayed. And knowing what type of background he had had, irked him beyond belief that he had authority over him. Mitchell came from an upper middle class family, getting most of everything he wanted with a few exceptions. Hanging around with the upper class rich kids, not bothering to ever even consider the lower class kids as anything more than garbage. Just another typical soc. Jumping greasers, being in rumbles, throwing beer blasts. One day society's disgrace, the next, it's hero, playing it all too well. A once rebellious teen, now a hero of great courage and discipline. Conversations like this one have been carrying on for the past two weeks since Dallas first got here; in every discussion they'd find out more about the other, both testing the other, seeing what made the other tick. For Mitchell, it was being called Mitch; Dallas had accidentally found out when he shortened it without even realizing, nearly getting chewed out by Mitchell when he continued to call him that even after he was corrected time and time again. For Dally, it was not being let out early, even if his behavior has been relatively good. He was going to get out of here, he needed to see Ponyboy again, he needed to apologize. And Mitchell wasn't going to stop him. He'd suck up to the guards as much he could bare and stay out of trouble as best he could.
"If you say so, Mitch. You know more than me." Dallas said with an edge to his voice. He couldn't help it, Mitch just had that effect on him.
"Are you getting' smart with me Winston?" Mitchell asked threateningly.
"I'm just answering your questions, Mitch." Dallas said coolly, a taught glare piercing his eyes.
"With this attitude of yours, I don't think your ever getting out of here as soon as you'd like." Mitchell said, a hint of threat lacing his words. Dallas closed up, knowing full well if he were to say anything else, he would explode. "Got nothing to say to that Winston?" Mitchell asked with a smirk, he knew he had the hood, he got him and he was going to keep pressing until the blonde snapped. "You got someone on the outside Winston, that why you're being so good to get out?" Mitchell asked, smirking as he watched the hood tense. "What's their name?" Mitchell asked, getting no answer from the blonde, just proof that it was bothering him. "Are you worried that they're runnin' around on you while you're in here?" Mitchell asked softly, as if he were trying to care and be considerate.
"Other people maybe tryin' to make a grab at them, and without you there to stop them, well, they could easily just have their way with 'em." Mitchell said, seeing that the blonde was on the verge of snapping, pressing it even further. "Shoot, they probably gave up on you and moved on." Mitchell said.
"You don't know what you're talkin' about." Dallas snarled dangerously, his icy blue eyes blazing.
"You said so yourself that I know more than you." Mitchell said with a smug grin and a deep chuckle.
"You don't know shit about him!" Dallas yelled, jumping out of his seat, causing it to go flying backwards. In a matter of seconds guards were all over him, dragging him back to his cell. He was pissed. Pissed that he let himself listen to Mitch, pissed that he lost his cool, pissed that he was even in this place because of what he did to Pony. Colliding with the cement floor with his face, he was back in his cell.
"Cool off in here." a guard growled before slamming the metal bar door behind him.
"Fucking assholes." Dallas hissed as he rubbed his head where it had hit the floor as he got up, making his way to the bed. "Ah." he hissed in pain as he laid back on the bed, rubbing his head, the pain starting to throb even more.
"So I was right." Mitchell's voice came from the other side of the cell door. Dallas didn't answer him, not even acknowledging him. "You're silence just proves I'm right, Dallas." Mitchell said. The sound of his name coming out of Mitchell's mouth caught his attention, for all the weeks he's been here, not once had the man called him by his first name.
"So what if you were." Dallas hissed.
"I could get you out of here," Mitchell paused, watching as the blonde perked up, "If you do me a favor." Mitchell said.
"And what the hell could I do for you?" the hood hissed, getting up from his bed and walking over to the door. Mitchell's hand shot in suddenly through bars, snatching the front of Dallas's shirt collar in his fist, yanking him against the door as he pressed himself closer. The blonde steadied himself as he gripped the bars of the cell door coolly.
"Be my bitch." Mitchell hissed, looming over the blonde, pressing his face closer to the bars. Dallas hadn't realized just how tall Mitchell was before, but now with him towering over him like a fucking sky scrapper, he had to of been taller than Darry and just about as built.
"Yeah right." Dallas spat, rolling his eyes. He wasn't going to be anyone's bitch, let alone Mitchell's.
"So you want to stay in here for three months?" Mitchell asked. "He'll 'probly be with someone else by then." the blonde's eyes blazed with warning. "I'm just sayin' that nobodies open forever, and I don't think they'd wait that long for you to come back." Mitchell said, earning him another glare.
"Like a soc would keep a promise with a greaser. You socs are liars and cheats just as much as greasers, 'cept you're rich." Dallas hissed.
"Not true, what about rumbles. Nothing before the fight." Mitchell said.
"That rule goes for both parties asswipe, its not a promise." Dallas growled, putting emphasis on 'rule'.
"Well it's a promise not to break that rule." Mitchell remarked.
"You're not gettin' anywhere soc. It goes the same for both sides. It's mutual not to start shit with one another before the rumble." Dallas growled out, fed up with this petty shit.
"That's what I'm getting at, it's mutual alright. You do me a favor, and when the big man asks if you've been good, you'll have a fine report, and then you'll be out of here." Mitchell hissed, trying to keep his voice from rising, not wanting anyone to over here them.
"Why're you doin' this? Wouldn't you want me here longer?" Dallas hissed.
"I knew you wouldn't of done shit for me if there wasn't anything on the line for you. So if I bargained an early release for your 'good behavior' then you'd be more willing." Mitchell said with a smirk. The hood couldn't argue with that.
"You ain't fuckin' with me are you?" Dallas asked, making sure that the guard was being real with him. Mitchell had a point, and he was right.
"Not right now, but I will be." Mitchell said with a sly smile, wrapping his arm around the teen's waist through the bars, pulling the blonde's lower half against the cell door tightly.
"If I do this, you better get me the fuck out of here." Dallas snarled, leaning his face in closer to the bars where Mitchell's was.
"It all depends on your behavior." Mitchell said smugly, gripping a handful of the hood's ass in his hand, loving how the blonde growled out lowly.
"How's this?" Dallas growled, leaning up capturing Mitchell's lips roughly with his own in a demanding kiss. Groaning as Mitchell's hand tightened it's grip on his ass, pressing his groin flush against the iron bared door. Soc isn't his taste, but he hadn't been laid in god knows how long, but he didn't care, if getting laid got him the hell out of there sooner, he'd let any guard screw him if it meant freedom. If anything, it was like killing two birds with one stone.
"Mnngh." Mitchell let out a noise mixed between a growl and a moan as he felt his groin brush against the blonde's as Dallas nipped at his bottom lip.
"Ahh!" Dallas gasped as his head was suddenly yanked back by his hair, groaning as a tongue swiveled around his Adam's apple. He slid his hands down the bars before finally reaching Mitchell's groin, latching his fingers onto it in a firm grasp.
"Mmn, ya got sly hands, Winston." Mitchell purred against the teen's lips as he pulled him back for another rough kiss, groaning as the blonde began to palm him through his pants.
"It's what I'm good at." Dallas panted out before diving back into the kiss, cautiously undoing the belt around Mitchell's waist, the man suspicious of nothing.
"Uhngh, you bastard." Mitchell groaned as the hood stroked his length through his underwear, nipping at the blonde's jaw line.
"Is this good 'nough behavior for you?" Dallas breathed against the man's lips, teasingly sliding his fingers between Mitchell and the elastic band of his underwear, earning him to be pulled into a rough kiss. "Mnph!" Dallas grunted as Mitch bit his bottom lip, earning the man more access to the blonde's mouth as he shoved his tongue in. "Mnngh, fuck!" Dallas hissed into the kiss as his ass was gripped so tightly in Mitchell's hands, nearly equivalent to as if his ass were put in a vice and tightened too its max. "Ah." Dallas grunted in discomfort as his hips were pressed even harder against the bars as Mitchell continued to pull at him.
BDZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZCH!
The sound of the bell signaled that it was the end of dinner and all inmates should report to the showers.
"Shit," Mitchell cursed, struggling to get his pants fastened as well as trying to suppress his obvious boner. After a difficult struggle, he managed to get his pants on and his erection down to a small bulge after many horrendous thoughts. "Turn around." Mitchell ordered as he pulled out a pair of hand cuffs. The blonde obliged, doing as he was told, feeling the metal latch around his wrists as he was cuffed. Pulling his keys out and finding the right one and unlocking the door. "Alright Winston." Mitchell said, pulling the door aside as he let Dallas out.
"Ya goin' campin' Mitch? I see ya got a tent pitched there." Dallas asked with a smirk as he stepped out of his cell.
"Shut it Winston." Mitchell growled, shoving the blonde down the hallway, making their way to the showers. Their steps echoed down the empty hall as they continued the route to the showers, neither one saying a thing to the other. Just silence between them the whole way there.
"Mind takin' these off?" Dallas hissed as he stood just outside the doorway too the showers. "Unless you plan on washin' me yourself there Mitch." Dallas said over his shoulder with a wide smirk and a chuckle, earning him jab to the back of the head.
The hood had soon entered the room, undressed without hesitation and entered the showers, finding himself an empty nozzle to take his shower. The water spewed down his toned, rigid body as it dampened his rough scarred skin and light blonde hair. Grasping the bar of soap from the dish, he rubbed it between his wet hands udder the water, creating lathery suds before running it across his hard chest and body.
-xXx-
"Out and back in the same day." Two-Bit said with a sigh, plopping down on the couch. Ponyboy sat down beside Two-Bit, lazing back against the pocket between the backrest and armrest. Johnny plopped down in a chair across from the two. The pair had run into kicked puppy-dog boy when they were passing the lot, asking if he'd want to join them on their escapade through town. Gladly he excepted and tagged along for the ride, or walk rather, turning into a ride at the end of the day though when they went over to the DX to retrieve Two-Bit's car from the shop.
"Man I'm thirsty." Ponyboy seemed to pant out, getting up from the couch as he made his way into the kitchen. "Ya guys want anything while I'm up?" the auburn asked as he pulled the fridge door open.
"Beer!" Two-Bit hollered.
"What a surprise." Ponyboy said dryly. "How 'bout you Johnny?" Ponyboy offered his best friend.
"Water." Johnny said softly.
"So what happened between you and Steve?" Two-Bit asked. "You got into a fight at the Nightly Double right?"
"I guess we did." Pony said from the kitchen.
"What do you mean 'I guess'? Do you even remember what happened?" Two-Bit asked with a chuckle.
"I - not really, I don't even remember being there, I don't even know what the fight was about." Ponyboy said with a shrug and a shake of his head.
"Looks like ya did quite a number on one another though." Two-Bit said as he rested both of his arms on top of the backrest. "You with the bruise on your temple, and Steve with the one on his jaw." Two-Bit said, as if comparing injuries. "Haha, he knocked ya so hard you can't even remember what the hell happened!" Two-bit laughed hysterically, slapping his knee as he pieced it together. Johnny couldn't help but chuckle along with Two-Bit, the two laughed their asses off even more when they saw that the auburn didn't find it as amusing as they did.
"Hardy har har." Ponyboy said, his face stoic with the exception of the feature annoyance stated bluntly on his face as he stepped back into the living room with his cup.
"Hey, where are our drinks?" Two-Bit asked when he realized the auburn had only brought his own drink when he sat back down next to him.
"I asked if you wanted anything, I didn't say I would get it for you." Ponyboy said with a scoff. He had actually forgotten to grab them off the counter, but decided to be quick with a comeback, knowing full well that two of them would only have made fun of him even more if he said he had forgotten.
"Oh well, well, well, looky here Johnnycakes, looks like we got a waitress that doesn't know how to do her job." Two-Bit said with a huff, placing his hands on his hips.
"Two-Bit, last time I checked, I was a guy, so I wouldn't be a waitress, I'd be a waiter." Ponyboy explained before taking a sip of his drink. "And don't cha both have legs? Get yer drinks yourselves." Ponyboy said, leaning back in his seat.
"OH! Now she's sassin' us!" Two-Bit exclaimed, acting as if he were taken aback or offended by the boy's 'rudeness'. "Well, ya know what we gotta do now Johnny?" Two-Bit asked. "Make her holler uncle." Ponyboy nearly choked on his drink at the words the older greaser uttered, managing quickly and swiftly to place his cup down before being tackled to the floor by Two-Bit. Ponyboy spat the mouthful of his drink into Two-Bit's face, managing to slip away from the rusty haired teen as he was distracted with wiping the drink off his face. "Plaaaaaaaah!" Two-Bit groaned in disgust as he got the final remnants off his face. "Johnny, get 'im!" Two-Bit shouted as the auburn began to crawl away.
"Ahh, Johnny no!" Ponyboy shrieked with laughter as he was pounced on by the other teen. "Don't listen ta him Johnny!" Ponyboy laughed hysterically as the dark haired greaser on top of him flipped him over onto his back with ease. Ponyboy swatted at Johnny as he tried to pin his hands down. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!" Pony giggled as he continued to struggle against the boy on top of him.
"I'll get his hands!" Two-Bit yelled as he scrambled his way over to the of the entangled teens.
"No!" Ponyboy shrieked in a fit a laughter as he struggled and twisted more against the restraining hands, only to be outnumbered by the duo. "Mngh!" Ponyboy grunted as he bucked his hips upwards, nearly sending Johnny flying.
"Whoa! Ya really gotta hold on ta him there Johnnycakes." Two-Bit chuckled at the boy's wide eyed expression as he was nearly bucked off once more.
"W-what should I do?" Johnny stuttered, gripping Pony's shirt to get a hold so he wouldn't fall off.
"Make 'im holler!" Two-Bit chuckled as Ponyboy twisted and jerked more. "Tickle 'im! Pits and ribs!" Two-Bit shouted, giving Pony's weak spots away.
"Nah! Hahaha! Stop, Ahh!" Ponyboy shrieked as Johnny tickled his armpits and ribs without mercy. Pony struggled to pull his arms back down but only found that it was no use.
"Holler uncle!" Two-Bit smirked down at the auburn.
"Mnngh!" Pony groaned as he shook his head, not giving up just yet; choosing to continue to endure the tickle torture.
"Get more at his ribs!" Two-Bit laughed as Ponyboy let out a noise mixed between a shrieked 'no' and a guttural whine.
"Ahhh! No! No! Please, ahahahah~hahaha!" Ponyboy shrieked with laughter as his ribs were attacked fiercely by Johnny's hands. "Mnnngh, uncle, uncle, UNCLE! Please!" Ponyboy screamed, finally caving in. The three continued to laugh as they got up off the floor and one another.
"So how 'bout them drinks Pone?" Two-Bit asked with a smirk as he stared at the auburn.
"They're on the counter." Ponyboy said, a smile slipping past his lips as he sat back on the couch, as if challenging the other greasers. Two-Bit looked like he was about to threaten the young greaser, but dropped it off at a wag of his finger before walking away into the kitchen with Johnny close behind.
"It tastes better when you get it yourself anyway!" Two-Bit called into the living room.
"And that's why you guys fought me tooth and nail for me to get it for you, right?" Ponyboy asked with smug smile. Two-Bit leaned out of the kitchen real quick, uttering a 'yessss' before leaning back in out of sight, earning a laugh from the auburn. The two headed back into the living room with their drinks, settling back into their seats.
"Wonder what's on." Two-Bit muttered, clicking the T.V. on. Of course of all things on and of all the people to be in control of the channels, the trio were watching Mickey Mouse. Johnny soon headed upstairs to go to the bathroom, leaving his two other friends downstairs.
"So ya really don't remember what you and Steve were fightin' about?" Two-Bit said with a laugh.
"I don't remember last night at all, just that Darry had Steve watching me." Ponyboy said with a shake of his head, really having no recollection of last night.
"Well that bruise is enough to say what happened." Two-Bit said, turning his body towards the auburn. "Mind if I get a better look?" Two-Bit asked.
"Sure." Pony allowed, turning his head a bit more for the older greaser to get a better look.
"Man, he really knocked ya hard." Two-Bit said, cupping Pony's jaw line with his middle and forefinger as he stroked the discolored bruised temple softly; trying hard not to put any pressure on the sensitive area. "It makes ya look tough." Two-Bit said with a chuckle as continued to stare at it, stroking it lightly every so often. Two-Bit's features had drooped down from their usually joyful jokester luster, simmering down into caring, concern, and gentleness. 'Why would anyone want to hit Pony?' Two-Bit asked himself, finding it so unbelievable to maim something so delicate, pure and innocent. 'He might as well as hit a girl, its practically the same thing in my eyes.' Two-Bit thought angrily.
"I think I'm gonna head up to bed." Ponyboy yawned, stretching as he stood up.
"Go wrangle up some Z's." Two-Bit said with a smirk as he leaned back against the couch.
"Okay Two-Bit." Ponyboy chuckled, making his way up the stairs. The creak of the screen door caught Two-Bit's attention.
"Hey." Steve said as he walked in, heading up the stairs to clean off from today's work.
"Sup." Two-Bit said, really not paying the greaser any mind since he was too focused on the T.V. at the moment.
"Hmmm hmmm hmmm, hmm hmm hmm hm hmm, hmm hmm hmm hm hn hmm hmm." Steve hummed a tune as he walked down the hall to the bathroom, a sudden glimpse caught his attention, stopping him in his tracks. The auburn had his door open just a crack, having not bothered to close it all the way. He was clad in just an old pair of shorts that came up to about mid thigh. Steve continued to watch the auburn, loving how he was oblivious of his presence. Loving it even more when the young greaser had gotten on all fours and looked under the bed, giving Steve a great view of his ass cheeks as the shorts rolled up a bit. "Lookin' for the boogey man, Pony?" Steve asked as he pushed the door open the rest of the way with a bit of a bang, making the boy jump. Ponyboy's eyes widened to saucers as he turned around to face the older teen.
"Yeah, found him." Ponyboy said as he eyed Steve with a glare, leaning back against the bed as he rested his elbows behind him on the mattress.
"That bruise didn't just pop up on your face over night, remember that." Steve growled lowly. He knew he didn't 'cause it, so he just went along with what everybody else believed, definitely not daring to tell what really happened.
"Neither did yours, remember that." Ponyboy retorted, casting a glare at the older teen.
Steve tore into the room after the auburn, the startled teen tried to scramble to his feet to be able to defend himself against the older greaser. Ponyboy wasn't quick enough and was quickly snatched up and tossed onto the bed and easily pinned and straddled by the older teen. "Get off!" Pony demanded, struggling against Steve.
"Make me Pony!" Steve gritted out as he clenched his hands tightly around the auburn's forearm above his head. "You always have people bailing you out of trouble, get yourself out of this one." Steve growled as he glared down at the auburn. Ponyboy fought against the older greaser as hard as he could; fighting him with everything he had.
"Get off of 'im Steve!" Johnny's voice came the doorway.
"Point proven." Steve growled lowly next to Pony's ear as he leaned back off of the auburn. "Down pup, I wasn't going to do anything to him. Last night don't matter no more." Steve said as he got off the bed, walking out the doorway down the hall to the bathroom
'Is he right? Do people always come to my rescue?' Ponyboy thought, not entirely sure if he'd ever been able to defend himself and win without the helpful interruption of another person.
"I'm gonna head on over to the lot, sapose ta be a meteor shower tonight; plenty of shootin' stars, wanna come with?" Johnny offered.
"Uh, its kinda late. I really wish I could go with ya Johnnycakes, but Darry would skin me if he found out I went out this late." Ponyboy said with a frown, he really hated to turn his friend down. "Thanks for the offer though, maybe I can watch it from my window instead." Ponyboy said with soft laugh.
"No prob' Pony, I understand." Johnny said with a smile.
"I guess I could walk you out." Ponyboy said as they both started to head out the room.
"Sure." Johnny said with a smile as they headed down the stairs. The two reached the bottom of the stairs, Johnny opened the door and stepped out, Pony soon fallowing behind.
"Count how many ya see for me, 'kay Johnny." Ponyboy said with a smile.
"Hm, sure." Johnny replied with a hummed laugh. "Look! There's one!" Johnny exclaimed as he pointed up at the night sky.
"Where!" Ponyboy asked excitedly as he stared at the sky but found it blank with stiff stars.
"Right here." Johnny said softly, placing a chaste kiss on Pony's cheek before starting down the porch steps without another word.
"G-good night Johnnycakes." Ponyboy called out to his friend, hating himself for stumbling over his words like an idiot and blushing like mad as he bit his lip in embarrassment.
"Night Ponyboy." Johnny called back to his friend with a smile. Ponyboy headed back inside, nearly freezing to death out in the cool spring night.
"You practicin' on becomin' a nudist or somethin' Pone?" Two-Bit asked when the auburn came back inside shivering.
"N-n-n-no-o." Ponyboy managed to say through chattering teeth.
"Get over here Mr. Cool." Two-Bit said with a laugh, pulling the blanket off the back of the couch. Ponyboy shivered his way over to the older greaser, sitting right next to him for warmth. "Oh damn Pony! You're like a freakin' ice cube!" Two-Bit exclaimed when he brushed against the auburn, only making him wrap the blanket even quicker around the frigid auburn.
"I didn't realize how cold it was outside." Ponyboy said, his chattering teeth finally quieting down, though his body was still occasionally wracked with shivers. Two-Bit smiled and shook his head, rubbing the auburn up and down trying to warm him up.
"C'mere." Two-Bit grunted as he pulled the auburn closer to him, slinging his arm across the back of his shoulders.
"Thanks." Pony muttered with a small smile and a laugh as he cuddled closer to the greaser, trying to get his warmth.
"You're crazy for goin' out there in just shorts." Two-Bit said with a shake of his head.
"Maybe I am." Ponyboy agreed. "I'm friends with you aren't I?" Pony asked with a laugh.
"Psssh! You're just insane then!" Two-Bit retorted, squishing the auburn as he held him tighter, making the boy laugh. The two's eyes met, both staring deeply into the others. Two-Bit couldn't stop himself from reaching up and cupping the boy's face. 'I've waited for this moment for too damn long.' Two-Bit thought to himself, leaning in closer to the auburn. Pony's face flushed lightly, knowing what was going to come next, and he didn't feel like stopping it. Two-Bit stroked Pony's cheek softly with his thumb, his eyes drifting back and forth from the boy's lips to his emerald eyes, a bit reluctant to go for it. Ponyboy closed his eyes and leaned forward slightly, being met immediately by a firm set of lips against his. Two-Bit's eyes were glazed and half closed, loving the sight before him of the flushed teen in his arms. Their chaste kiss began to deepen when they pulled apart for a quick moment to get a better grip on one another's lips.
"Mnn." Ponyboy moaned softly as Two-Bit eased him backwards onto his back. Two-Bit gently stroked Pony's face before letting it slip into the velvety auburn locks with each consecutive soft kiss. Two-Bit soon found himself laying atop the small greaser, trying desperately not to crush the auburn with his weight. "Ahh." Ponyboy gasped suddenly when the older greaser's lips moved to his neck, his hands soon finding themselves gripping Two-Bit's shoulders. The auburn shuddered as the older greaser trailed his lips in kisses up his neck, down his jaw line, before finally landing back on the boy's lips. Two-Bit brushed his tongue against Pony's plump bottom lip, begging for acceptance of entrance, which was granted gratefully when he parted his soft lips. "Mmn." Pony moaned as Two-Bit slid his tongue in, tasting a bit of beer and cigarettes as he rubbed his tongue along the older greaser's.
"Mhnngh." Two-Bit moaned as their tongues slid and slipped against one another, not able to get enough of the sweetness in the boy's mouth as he pressed deeper and further in. Two-Bit's hand slyly moved down the boy's bare torso towards the auburn's thigh, making him jump slightly.
"Ah, it's late." Ponyboy muttered softly as he broke the kiss. "Soda'll be home in a bit, wouldn't be good if he came in on us." Pony chuckled softly, leaning forward as he got up.
"Ha, that'd be somethin' ta try and explain." Two-Bit laughed as he got off of the auburn, letting him up.
"Night." Pony said, rubbing the back of his head as his eyes cast down at the floor.
"Night." Two-Bit said, sitting back down on the couch as the auburn headed back up the stairs. 'Did I move too fast on him?' Two-Bit asked himself, really hating that it ended so quickly. The one thing he's wanted most for so long, ripped right out from under him.
'I guess it's better that way; better for him to be ready instead of just forcin' myself on him.' Two-Bit figured, reassuring himself.
"Oh, hey Two-Bit!" Soda exclaimed as he came through the door.
"Hey, Soda!" Two-Bit said with a broad smile.
"You stayin' over?" Soda asked, making his way up the stairs as he pulled off his DX shirt.
"Uh, nah, I got a bed back at my place." Two-Bit laughed. "'Sides, my mom wants me back home before eleven so I can watch my sister while she's at work." Two-Bit said as he got off the couch, heading out the door. "Night." he said before stepping out onto the porch.
"Night." Soda shouted down the stairs just as the door closed. Strutting down the hall, swinging his dirty DX shirt in his hand as he entered the bathroom. Stripping down to bare and hopping into the shower, scrubbing down then hopping out. 'The sooner in and out of the shower, the sooner into bed.' Soda thought to himself with a smile, snatching a towel off the rack, wrapping it around his waist before heading down the hall to his and Pony's room. "Hey, Pony." Soda softly, trying not to wake his brother if was asleep, but loud enough to here if he was, figuring he was asleep when he didn't get a reply. Carrying about his way, he pulled on a pair of shorts before heading back out, scurrying his way over to the second bedroom where Steve was sleeping.
'I couldn't do it again.' Pony thought, clutching the blankets closer to his body. 'It seemed like déjà vu; just how me and Dally started out, and I don't need this again when its already happening.' Ponyboy thought, tears pricking the corners of his eyes as he tried to fall asleep; hoping to escape all of this in his dreams. Finding it a bit difficult with the consistent sound of a creaky spring mattress and hushed moans flooding through the wall into his ears.
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