Has it been awhile, or is it just me…?
So, here's the ninth chapter, hope you enjoy… and comment of course! :D
P.S. Is anyone reading this go to Wayne Valley high school of New Jersey by any chances…?
It was a typical day at the Curtis house. Darry, Soda and Steve rushing off to work, Two-Bit lounging on the couch having been told to watch Ponyboy, hardly awake from his late night excursions at Buck's a few hours prior and quickly collapsing on the couch.
"Nmmm." Two-Bit let out a groan as he tossed on the couch.
"Hey Two-Bit, mind goin' into town with me?" Ponyboy asked despite the fact that he knew that his friend was exhausted.
"Mmmn, for what?" The greaser groaned out.
"Just walk around, I guess." Pony said, not even having thought of what to do, just knowing what he didn't want to do which consisted of sitting around the house.
"You can walk around the house Pony, not much has changed in town anyways." Two-Bit said groggily as he tossed over once more.
"All I've been is this house, I just want to go out is all." Ponyboy said with a thread of annoyance lacing his words, nearly pleading.
"C'mere." Two-Bit said with out stretched arms towards the auburn, waggling his fingers as if to bring the boy closer to him. Ponyboy rolled his eyes, stepping over to the rusty haired greaser.
"What?" Pony asked a bit annoyed, only wanting to go outside.
"Just lay down, take a nap, sleep on it, and then we'll go. "'Kay?" Two-Bit said, pulling the boy closer to him as he pulled him down on the couch so he was facing him.
"But I wanna go n-"
"Just sleep, 'kay?" Two-Bit interrupted the auburn, really not wanting to hear his voice or do anything other than sleep.
"Two-"
"Sleep." Two-Bit cut the teen short, wrapping his arms around the auburn as he began to slip into the darkness behind his eyes.
"But-"
"SLEEEEEP…" Two-Bit said, wrapping his arms around the younger teen a bit more as he cuddled his face into the crook of the boy's neck. Ponyboy sighed having given up on going just then, settling into a deep state of sleep. Hours slipped past as both figures lay dormant an the old cushioned piece of furniture, neither stirring.
-xXx-
'I fucked up.' Dallas thought, hating how Two-Bit was right. 'I broke, just like he fuckin' said I would.' the hood's icy eyes gazed at the ceiling, hating the feeling he felt inside himself. Not entirely emptiness but not entirely full; a void of self hate. He hated what he had done to Pony, all because he let someone else's words get a hold of him. 'Now I can hear you louder than ever.' Dallas thought, hearing the boy's pleads from that night over and over on the broken record player in his mind. 'Whisper to me help me remember.' Dallas said inwardly to the figment of his imagination where Ponyboy existed. 'Help me remember a better time than this. A time when we weren't apart.' A painful throb coursed through his body at the remembrance of the auburn and the realization that he caused this all to happen. 'I cant see you but were still together, now I can hear you louder than ever.' The hood fisted his shirt in his hand over his heart, as if in an attempt to stop the ache. 'It's a slippery slope, like that mouse trap game.' Dallas figured. 'I'll probably get out of this,' Dallas thought, placing his arms behind his head as he continued to stare up at the ceiling.
BDZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZCH!
The meal bell rang, the sound of the cell doors clanging open echoed through the cell block. The inmates filed out their cells into the corridor. Dallas swung his legs over the edge of the bed, planting his feet on the floor before standing up and walking over to the open cell door.
"Whoa, hold it there Winston." A voice said with a shove, sending the blonde back-stepping into his cell.
"What the hell Mitch?" Dallas growled at the guard as he was forcefully turned around, wincing as his wrists were painfully twisted behind his back and enclosed in a pair of tight handcuffs.
"This will only take a moment." Mitchell said with a low growl, shoving the hood back around to face him, nipping at the boy's lips with his teeth as his hands gripped tight handfuls of the hood's firm ass. Mitchell pulled the blonde's lower half flush against his groin, smirking as the hood's face adorned a look of shock and anger as his hard well endowed member jabbed against his hip.
"Let off Mitch!" Dallas growled as he tried to get the guard's hands off of him; not in the mood to fuck, but more so in the mood to fill his empty stomach in an attempt to silence it's constant grumble.
"Where's that good behavior of yours you promised me?" Mitchell asked, backing the blonde against the cell wall, latching his mouth onto the hood's neck the moment he could. Never seeming to keep his hands to himself, his grip on the boy was relentless as he felt the blonde's package through his pants.
"Ahh, dammit." Dallas groaned as Mitch palmed his groin through his pants, unable to stop himself from enjoying the much needed attention to the neglected area, absentmindedly spreading his legs further apart. Mitchell's hands soon found their way back to the hood's ass, gripping it tight as he pulled the blonde against him firmly. "Ahhnh." Dallas couldn't help the moan that seeped from his mouth as Mitchell grinded his pelvis against his groin. Mitchell's hand gripped a hold of the blonde's jaw roughly, pressing his fingers sharply into the boy's cheeks forcing his mouth open. "Mnmph!" Dallas grunted as his mouth was forcibly invaded by tongue, teeth and the pungent taste of chewing tobacco. Sliding his tongue against Mitchell's as he kissed back just as fervently, pressing and grinding his groin against the guard.
"Ahn." Mitchell panted against the blonde's lips briefly before diving back into the kiss. Mitchell's hands scraped their way up the blonde's torso, slowly sliding the hood's shirt up, pulling it over the hood's shoulder's and head so it was out of the way. His tongue never able to keep to itself soon latched back onto Dally's throat, trailing down to the teen's chest. A low moan rumbled in the hood's throat as Mitchell swirled his tongue around one of his nipples, pinching the other between his thumb and finger.
"Ahh." Dallas hissed as Mitchell bit down on one of the peachy nubs particularly hard, grinding it between his teeth.
"Let's take this elsewhere." Mitchell growled with a smirk, gripping the front of the blonde's pants as he dragged him over to the bed, shoving him so he was laying face down.
"Ghh!" Dallas grunted as his body hit the stiff mattress with such force. Mitchell straddled the blonde as he undid the front of his pants hastily, catching the hood's attention. "Cheatin' fucker." Dallas growled as Mitchell tugged his pants down to his thighs, feeling the cool air on his bare ass. Dallas wriggled beneath the guard, knowing for sure Mitchell had no intentions of going easy on him.
"Ready for some hard poundin', greaser?" Mitchell growled, fisting a handful of blonde locks as he yanked the hood's head back painfully. A smug smirk crept its way onto his lips as he released his grip from the teen's hair, enjoying how the troublesome hood looked in this position beneath him. Using nothing more than a wad of spit as lube he began stroking himself; covering his shaft with the wad of spittle. Mitchell gripped a hold of the hood's ass, spreading his cheeks painfully apart before he thrust in suddenly.
"Ahngh!" Dallas grunted in pain as Mitchell's cock ripped and stretched his ass to accommodate his large and lengthy member.
"Fuckin' tight." Mitchell groaned as he pulled at the hood's hips so he was in a kneeling position. Mitchell groaned as he pressed his hips forward, still finding the boy so constricting around his throbbing cock.
"Ah!" Dallas grunted as Mitchell sheathed his full length inside of him. Struggling with himself not to scream out as the man pressed in over and over. Writhing under the heavy weight of the man above him. "Ugnh!" As much as Dallas tried to stifle his noises, they tore past his lips as Mitchell pressed deeper with each thrust.
"Ahh!" Mitchell groaned as he neared his climax, tugging on his balls to stop himself from cumming too soon. "Loosen your ass." Mitchell grunted into the blonde's ear as he slowed his pace. Dallas grimaced under the guard's weight as he rested atop of him as he continued to thrust. The tightness around Mitch's cock loosened, allowing him to glide in quicker than before. "Ahh shit! Shit!" Mitchell grunted as he pounded into the hood, biting the blonde's shoulder hard and deep enough to draw blood. Dallas grimaced as the pain from his shoulder radiated outward, feeling it begin to throb and pulse as the blood spilt out.
"Uhngh." Dallas moaned as Mitchell took hold of his dick and began stroking it in sync with his thrusts.
"Louder, I wanna hear you." Mitchell panted against the blonde's ear, picking up his pace.
"Ah, ahaaah!" Dallas groaned as Mitchell tightened his grip around his cock, making it ache.
"Mnm, ya like that?" Mitchell asked, gliding his hand along the teen's shaft. Mitchell slid his tongue between the blonde's shoulder blades, enjoying how the teen shuddered beneath him.
"Mmngh!" Dallas grunted as Mitchell continued pounding into him, gaining little pleasure in the other's ministrations.
"Aughngh!" Mitchell groaned suddenly as he came deep in the hood, his cock twitching as it released it's hot load. Out of breath and panting for air, Mitchell managed to un-cuff the blonde, releasing his arms.
"Ah!" Dallas hissed as his blood drained arms flopped onto the mattress.
"Keep it up Winston and you'll be out sooner than you know it." Mitchell said as he straightened his clothes out, getting off of the blonde.
-xXx-
"Ngh." Ponyboy groaned as the sleep from his eyes began to dissipate, waking from his dense slumber. Looking about the living room with clouded vision, blinking several times and rubbing at his eyes in an attempt to clear them. Ponyboy tried to get himself off the coach but finding it quite the struggle. Looking down at the rest of himself he found out why, two bulky arms and a leg entrapped him to the body next to him. "Two-Bit." Ponyboy said, shaking the older greaser's arm to try and wake him. Nothing. "Two-Bit." Pony said again with a harder tone of voice as he shook the rusty haired teen harder.
"Mmmn." Two-Bit groaned, pulling the auburn closer to him, turning the boy towards him in doing so.
"Two-Bit, wake up." Ponyboy said, pushing against the older teen's chest, only to be pulled closer. Managing to wriggle his way out of the older teen's grip, falling off the edge of the couch and collapsing to the floor. Attempting to wake Two-Bit up but nothing seemed to work on the out cold greaser. Giving up on trying, he decided to head out on his own through town. He was tired of being cooped up in that house, and he was tired of always having someone tagging along with him; not that he didn't like having some company sometimes, its just he'd like some time to himself. Besides, its been at least a month and a half since the last soc incident so he really didn't expect to see them. Just about the same time Dally was thrown into the cooler too.
Ponyboy sauntered down the sidewalk, his hands stuffed deep into the pockets of his sweatshirt as his head was caught up else where. His mind high in the clouds as he began to daydream; thinking and pondering the wondrous of things that his imagination began to spring forth in his brain. He had begun to daydream more and more lately, nearly driving his eldest brother Darry gray headed. Pony didn't care though. His mind was a better world to be in now a days. In his mind he didn't have to deal with the pain of a broken heart, damaged mixed feelings, confusion, school, grades, even Darry, or any outer worldly obstacles he didn't want to face. Though he'd escaped the harsh world he lived in mentally, he didn't physically. And sadly, it pays to pay attention.
Hands suddenly shot out from the alley, gripping at his sweatshirt, and yanking him into the dank alley. In the process of having been grabbed, his hood was yanked way over his face, limiting his vision to none. Scrabbling of shifting feet on lose gravel filled the alley before accompanied by low cusses and grunts when the auburn began to struggle fiercely.
"Ooof!" Pony let out a grunt as he was slammed up against the brick wall, his hood pulled back, revealing the group that jumped him. Ponyboy would've been lying to himself if he said he wasn't scared. And in a situation like this is, to play tough, cool and apathetic is the way of making it out alive.
"Guess he didn't believe us when we said to watch your back the next time you're in town." a blonde soc said with a laugh, the others chuckling along with him.
"Were going to play a little game with you." the tall brunette said friendly, leaning in closer to Ponyboy as he rested his hand on his shoulder. Ponyboy recognized these socs from his algebra class, as well as the socs that had grabbed a hold of him and Johnny in the park, it was far too dark to tell what they looked like then. The one with his hand on Pony's shoulder was Todd Chetsule, the same soc that sat across him in algebra, and the one that had practically molested him in the park.
"Well I don't want to play." Pony hissed, glaring holes into Todd, shrugging the hand off of his shoulder as he attempted to walk away, only to be pulled back by his arm roughly by one of the other socs and pressed against the wall.
"It's not a hard game to play, so just relax." the brunette said almost pleadingly, as if to make the auburn change his mind and just stay a while longer. He smirked as he pressed Ponyboy tightly against the wall, pushing himself against him, pining the greaser with his body. Ponyboy turned his head to the side as the soc leaned in close to his face. "You might even have some fun yourself if you don't struggle." the soc purred as his hand traveled up the bottom of Pony's shirt, letting his nails scrape against the smooth skin on the boy's abdomen, making the greaser shutter.
"Get off! let go of me!" Ponyboy growled as Todd pulled him against his body, grimacing as the brunette pressed their groins together. Shivering as the hands continued to grope and prod at him.
"You have such a pretty little mouth you know that." Todd said hotly against Pony's cheek. Smirking at the younger boy's flushed, irritated face as he ran his smooth thumb over Pony's soft bottom lip. "It'd fit perfectly around my dick as I fucked your adorable little face. You'd love me down your throat wouldn't you?" Todd said with a quirky smirk as he pinched the auburn's cheek.
"Fuck off!" Pony snarled as he whirled his fist across Todd's face, shoving him into another soc as he tried to make a break for it. Out numbered as always and caught quickly, he was shoved back up against the wall roughly.
"You little bitch." Todd hissed, rubbing the red mark that stained his face with a painful throb. Vindictively Todd raised his left ringed hand over his right shoulder before letting it fly across the boy's face painfully. Ponyboy closed his eyes tightly as the left side of his face stung with pain as his ears rung from the impact. Todd smiled at the greaser as he struggled in the grasp of two other socs holding his arms painfully behind his back.
"Oh, look at what you made me do." Todd said sorrowfully as he gripped Pony's jaw, looking at the boy's split, bleeding lip. "It doesn't have to be like this." Todd whispered against Pony's cheek, placing a small kiss there.
"Let go of me!" Ponyboy yelled as he twisted his arms, trying to pull away. Ponyboy tried to struggle free of the soc's grip only to be suppressed.
"Tsk, what'd I say about struggling?" Todd gritted out softly, gripping a fistful of Pony's hair gently but firmly, causing the auburn's head to tilt back. The soc smirked slightly at Ponyboy, enjoying the boy's defiant face as it glared beck at him. "If you struggle, the games' not going to be fun now is it?" the soc asked, bringing his face closer to Pony's, placing a chaste kiss on the boy's bloody lips. Ponyboy retaliated, spitting in the soc's eye. Todd pulled his hand from Ponyboy's hair, wiping away the spittle from his face. "So you like swappin' spit, eh?" the brunette hissed, staring dangerously at the young greaser. Gripping Pony's bottom jaw forcefully in a vice like grip, forcing the auburn's mouth open as he dug his fingers into his soft cheeks, shoving his tongue in once the boy's mouth was finally pried open.
"Mmmfph!" Ponyboy grunted as Todd invaded his mouth with his tongue, forcibly trying to make him comply. Pony wriggled in Todd's painful hold, trying to get lose, but to no avail. Ponyboy tried to push Todd off of him, only to have his hands pinned so far out of use above his head as his mouth was plundered deeply. Pony whimpered as Todd began to grind against him roughly, pressing him tightly to the wall. "Ahngh!" Ponyboy yelped in discomfort as Todd's grinding became harsher; his hips collided against the auburn's with fierce, animalistic force.
"Uhn." Todd groaned lowly in his throat, loving how his groin felt against the younger's body and how it fit so perfectly against his. He craved the auburn's little noises and soft pants; it's a task to derive such things from the stubborn greaser, but he found it worth it all the more. "You like it when I touch you like this don't you greaser?" Todd asked as he palmed the smaller boy through his jeans.
"Go to hell." Ponyboy hissed through clenched teeth as he glared at the soc.
"I don't think you really want me to." Todd smirked as he continued to palm the boy with his hand.
"C'mon Todd, let us have a go at him," Pete, the blonde soc griped, tired of just standing on the sidelines.
"We'll all get a turn soon enough," another soc said, "It was Todd's idea to snag this greaser in particular any way."
"Such a bother." Todd smirked as he undid the front of the auburn's pants quickly before pulling them down the boy's slender hips.
"Ahh, stop, don't do this!" Ponyboy shrieked in horror at the realization of his exposure, blushing a furious maroon. Any protesting that he was going to do was certainly out of the question when a cool blade pressed itself against the hot skin of his throat just below his jaw line.
"Mmm, oh but I need to," the brunette purred against Pony's neck, inhaling the boy's scent. "Spread his legs more." the brunette ordered his friends. Watching as either one pressed their foot on the inside of Pony's feet, bringing their foot outward as they pulled the boy's feet farther apart, thus spreading his legs. Todd ran his hands up and down all over the auburn; letting them glide over the boy's hips before finally bringing them to a halt on the boy's firm ass.
"Don't touch me!" Ponyboy gritted out as Todd gripped his ass cheek sharply in his hand. "Stop it." Ponyboy tried to sound demanding, only for his voice to crap out on him, coming out in a hushed guttural grunt. The soc moved his hands, chuckling as the auburn shuddered under his hands as he groped his smooth, hot, firm butt cheeks, stroking them with his thumbs. "St-stop," Ponyboy stammered as the brunette licked his collar bone, shuddering as the soc blew on it.
"You're right, I should just get to the point," the brunette agreed, tugging at the hem of the auburn's underwear. Gliding his fingers over the thin piece of fabric that barely separated Ponyboy from the soc's prying eyes. The brunette's ministrations to the boy's nether regions caused Ponyboy to shudder. Todd's hand shifted it's way to the auburn's ass, quickly burrowing itself between the thin fabric and Pony's skin.
"Lets loosen ya up a bit." Todd purred as he ran his fingers between Ponyboy's ass cheeks, thoroughly enjoying the boy's flushed face.
"Nh, no! stop! Don't!" Ponyboy started to panic, knowing what was going to happen next. He tried to pull his legs back together, only to have the blade pressed even tighter against his neck. "Ahhhn!" Ponyboy gasped loudly as the soc slipped his fingers in without warning, tightening around him instantly, squirming in protest. "Stop!" Ponyboy struggled to say, writhing as the brunette slid his fingers in further, pausing, twisting, then pulling out halfway before pressing back in. "Ahnh!" Pony grunted as the soc pressed all the way in to the hilt of his fingers.
"Relax grease, it's only going to hurt the first few thrusts." the blonde soc laughed, as if trying to reassure the younger teen. "By the time you get to the rest of us, we'll be gliding in easy." the soc smirked, rubbing his growing throbbing member through his pants.
"And what makes you think you'd ever get that fuckin' far with him?" a snarling voice at the end of the alley asked. Ponyboy knew that voice anywhere; rough like gravel, sharper than broken glass and smoother and possibly hotter than molten tar.
"Fuck off, you don't have any business here." the blonde growled out, the once idle group now focusing their attention on the dark figure at the end of the alley. The figure didn't answer, making its way down the alley, stepping closer and closer to the group. "I said fuck off!" the blonde growled, shoving the person away. The figure retaliated, cracking it's fist hard against the blonde's jaw, sending the soc reeling to the ground.
"You son of a bitch!" another soc yelled, charging towards the figure, only to be punched in the gut and kneed in the face, then tossed aside. One after another the socs tried to attack the figure, only to be beaten and tossed out of the way. By the time the figure made it over to Ponyboy he had readjusted his clothes, covering himself back up. Todd had booked it out of there as soon as he had seen what the figure had done to his friends.
"T-th- thanks, Tim." Ponyboy stammered, still in a bit of shock of what just happened to him.
"C'mon." was all the hood said before yanking the greaser out of the alley by the sleeve of his sweater, nearly dragging the auburn down the sidewalk towards his car. "Get in." Tim muttered as he yanked the door open as he gave a shove to the boy's shoulder before walking over to his side of the car. Starting up then taking off down the street in a silent ride back to his house. 'The kid is always getting his ass into trouble.' Tim growled to himself in his head. They reached his house soon enough, piling out of the car and heading inside. Tim took off into another part of the house as Ponyboy stood in the living room dumbly, feeling relatively out of place in the Shepard's house. Usually when he was over here he was with Curly, but it seems like now more than ever he's been with Tim.
"Here." Tim said as he shoved a bag of frozen peas wrapped in a dishtowel into the boy's chest, causing the auburn to falter a bit backwards as he clutched the peas. Tim sauntered over to the Pool table, picking up a stick as he set the white ball down at the end of the table, taking a shot. Nursing his swollen lip with the bag of peas, Pony watched as the balls went flying in all different directions.
"Thanks for showin' up when you did." Ponyboy said as he stood at the other end of the pool table as he iced his lip, obviously ill at ease. 'I feel so out of place here, I'm so out of my element even though I'm familiar with this type of atmosphere. I just feel so awkward here with Tim without any of the gang,' Pony thought to himself, jumping when Tim thrust the pool stick across the table, causing the balls to knock against one another as they scattered across the table, tearing Ponyboy from his thoughts.
"Yeah no prob'." Tim shrugged as he walked over to the side of the table, getting a better angle before making his next move. Ponyboy stood silently as he watched Tim play, watching as the balls would collide against one another then ricochet as they rolled away.
"Ya know how ta play?" Tim asked the auburn greaser, breaking him from his thoughts.
"I, uh, kind of, not really- no." Ponyboy stuttered, making the hood smirk slightly.
"I'll teach ya, s'not hard." Tim said as he walked over to the young greaser, handing Pony the pool stick before standing behind him. "The white one is the one ya use ta hit all the other ones. You gotta get all the colored ones into the lil' holes on the corners and sides of the table, ya got all this so far?" Tim said as he instructed the younger teen, pointing to each thing as he told the younger about it.
"Yeah, I know the basics n'all. I've watched other people play, its just that I've never played it myself, so I don't really know how to hold the stick or hit the balls too good," Ponyboy admitted.
"Alright," Tim said, "Just try it out so I know what ta show ya what you're doin' wrong." Tim said to the teen, watching as the auburn bent over the table. Watching as the teen positioned his hands on the stick, eyeing the ball as he glided the stick through his fingers. Thrusting the pool stick closer and closer before taking the shot, only to miss the ball completely. Tim let out a deep chuckle, noticing the auburn's embarrassment as it flooded his face in a soft blush. "Take another shot, bull's-eye," Tim teased, watching as the auburn readied himself again. "Keep the stick steady, 'nd try ta hit it in the middle if ya can," Tim said over his shoulder, fishing through his coat pockets as it hung on the back of a chair for his Kools.
THNNACK! Was the sudden sound of a billiard ball hitting another before falling to the floor with a BALOOMP! before rolling away on the uneven floor.
"Ya hit too low. Ya made it jump didn't ya?" Tim asked, turning around with a lit cigarette in between his lips. He'd heard it plenty of times he didn't have to look to know; the noise was all too familiar to him.
"Yeah." Ponyboy said, walking over to where the ball had rolled over to, picking it back up.
"Here I'll show ya how not ta do that." Tim said, gripping the pool stick as the auburn placed the ball back on the table where it originally was. "C'mere," the hood motioned towards him. Ponyboy stood next to the hood gripping the stick when it was handed to him, getting into his position as he aimed for the ball. Tim settled himself behind the auburn, leaning over him as he gripped the pool stick in his hands. "Here," Tim said, gripping the boys hands with his own - guiding them so they were set properly. "Keep yerself steady," Tim seeped past the cigarette between his lips, noticing how the auburn was shuddering beneath him. "Now just aim fer the center," the hood explained, the weed bobbing up and around every time he spoke. "and then-" he paused, noticing the auburn's shaking again, letting out a simple 'steady' and firm grip on the boy's hands. "Hit." Tim said, watching as the greaser thrust the pool stick against the white ball, watching as the balls seemed to explode and roll in different directions across the table. Ponyboy perked up a little with excitement, thrilled that he'd gotten it.
"Thanks." Ponyboy said as he turned around, a gleaming smile on his face. "How'd I do?" Ponyboy asked, gripping the pool stick in his hands. Tim meekly shrugged as he rested both hands on the pool table to either side of the auburn's hips, puffing on the weed between his rough lips, letting out a simple 'nice' with a smirk as he looked past the auburn, watching as a few balls still rolled. The hood pulled the weed out of his lips, puffing the smoke out of his lungs through his nostrils. Tim towered over Ponyboy with his great height, making the auburn feel so small and weak in comparison. The hood's hand reached up without invitation as it gripped the boy's jaw firmly.
"Swollen 'n' cut, but you'll live." Tim muttered as he looked over the boy's lips. Tim's hand soon found itself latched to the boy's waist as he leaned his body in closer to the auburn's. Ponyboy shuddered at the feel of the hood's body against his, it almost reminded him of how Dally felt against him. "Nothin' a kiss cant fix." Tim said with a smirk as he pressed his lips against Pony's without question, making the auburn jump at his boldness and the pain.
"Ah." Ponyboy gasped against the hood's lips as Tim pressed himself tightly against him, lightly pinning the boy against the pool table. Pony shuddered as Tim placed his hand on his hip, gripping it loosely as he ghosted his groin past the auburn's.
"Better?" Tim asked as he pulled away from the auburn, smirking at the blush that flashed over the auburn's lips; appreciating the boy's innocence.
"Yeah." Ponyboy murmured, slightly embarrassed by his femininity.
"C'mon, I'll take you home." Tim said over his shoulder as he stepped over to the door, Ponyboy fallowing closely behind. Tim turned around so suddenly Ponyboy nearly bumped into him. "Unless ya wanna stay here a bit longer?" Tim asked with a broad, suggestive smirk.
"Uh, nah I'm good, thanks." Ponyboy said with a nervous chuckle. Accepting that his suggestion was denied, Tim opened the front door and stepped out, going down the cricked steps of the porch.
"Hop in." Tim said as he got in his car, starting it up just as the auburn got in. Taking off down the road, Tim to get to the Curtis in a matter of minutes, dropping Ponyboy off before heading off down the road. The young greaser stepped up the porch steps as he made his way inside, opening the screen door to be greeted by a worry stricken Two-Bit.
"Where the hell have you been man!" Two-Bit exclaimed as he grabbed a hold of the greaser in both arms, spinning him around the room before finally dropping him on the couch.
"I went into town." Ponyboy said simply with a shrug.
"What up with your lip Pon?" Two-Bit asked.
"Oh, I ran into some socs." Ponyboy said, a bit hesitant and still a bit shaken up by the incident.
"Why didn't you wake me up, I could've gone with you." Two-Bit said.
"Easier said than done Two-Bit, a mountain would've moved before you ever would've from the couch with how dead you were." Ponyboy said with a roll of his eyes.
"Pshh! Eh, you're probly right." Two-Bit said with a shrug. "So how'd ya get away from the socs, were they the same ones from the park?" Two-Bit asked.
"Tim saved me, yeah, same socs from the park." Ponyboy said, wincing slightly at the thought.
"Hm, well at least you're here now." Two-Bit said, patting the auburn on the shoulder to try and comfort him. "And since you're, make yourself useful and get me a beer." Two-Bit said with a laugh.
"Ha. Ha. So funny, oh, oh no, you're killing me, just stop, I can't breathe." Ponyboy said in a monotone voice with a blank expression on his face as he stared point blank at the older greaser.
"Yeah, just can't help my sense of humor sometimes Pony." Two-Bit said with a broad smirk.
! So there is chapter, what is it? Oh 9, lol so many chapters. CRAPPY ENDING IS CRAPPY, but you have chapt 9 so deal =D