Author: TheEmcee
Rating: M for sexual content
Pairing: Darry/Ponyboy; Sodapop/Ponyboy
Summary: Pretty Ponyboy Curtis, the youngest of the three Curtis brothers, was untouchable, mainly because of how territorial Darry and Sodapop were.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, the actors, or the Fandom. This is a work of pure fiction and I make no money off of this story.
A/N: Y'all, I am loving the Outsiders musical so, so much. As with the last few fanfics I've written, I wrote this with the musical cast specifically in mind, but it's whatever floats your boat, really. This is just porn with hardly any plot or story, and everyone's been aged up, so dont come for me. Feel free to leave a comment in the towel section down below and enjoy.
Baby Curtis
"Who is that?" Bob asked Paul, gesturing to the kid who had just walked through the door. Looking over, Paul's face paled.
"That's Ponyboy Curtis. Don't even think about approaching him, Bob," he warned. "He's untouchable."
"What the fuck does that mean?" Bob pressed, his eyes never leaving the young Curtis' form.
"It means that Darrel and Sodapop will kill you if you so much as breathe on him," Paul explained, keeping his eyes focused on the drink in his hand. "And that's if they're feeling generous."
"I don't see 'em around," Bob commented. "I think I'll go introduce myself."
Before he could move, Paul put a trembling hand on his arm, preventing the younger man from going anywhere.
"You don't understand, Bob. Ponyboy is their baby; the whole gang's baby, actually. They don't let anybody get close to him," Paul told him. "You're drunk, horny, and stupid, so just stay put."
"Fuck off, Paul! I'm not scared of some greasers," Bob glowered at him, trying to shake him off.
"We're on their turf, in their club," Paul stated calmly. "If a fight breaks out, we'll be outnumbered. The last guy to even look at Ponyboy the wrong way had his dick cut off. Is that what you want?"
That struck a cord in Bob, as his whole body tensed, and when he turned back to Paul, his face was pale. "Are you serious?"
"Yeah, I am. I knew the guy," Paul answered. "Just... sit here. Drink some water, and look every so often. You'll stay alive that way."
Reluctantly, Bob did as he was told. If it meant that he would keep his dick intact, he'd be satisfied with looking. Ponyboy was gorgeous, with reddish-blonde hair, a sweet, innocent smile, and a lithe form. He'd be breathtaking nude, sweaty, and begging for someone to take him. His fantasy was interrupted when two men - Darrel and Sodapop no doubt - approached Ponyboy. While Soda hugged the youngest Curtis, placing a kiss on his temple, Darrel scanned the crowd with his sharp, piercing green-blue eyes. And when they met Bob's, they narrowed.
Bob immediately looked away, cursing to himself under his breath. He had a sneaking suspicion that he was on trouble.
"I don't like that kid," Darry growled lowly.
"Which one?" Sodapop asked, moving to look around the elder Curtis.
"That one," Darry said with a jerk of his chin. Ponyboy looked over as well.
"That's Bob Sheldon," he said. Darry frowned.
"You know him." A statement, not a question.
"Well, yeah. I went to school with him," Ponyboy explained.
"You never told me about him."
"Put your jealousy boner away, Darrel," Soda teased, a mischievous grin on his face, his blue eyes twinkling.
"He hasn't stopped staring at Ponyboy since we got here," Darry muttered. Ponyboy reached out to touch his hand.
"It's okay, Darrel. I'm not interested in him," he said soothingly. "He's a jerk anyway."
"Is he now?"
"Has he been a jerk to you?" Soda inquired, all laughter and glee disappearing from his face immediately. He leaned over to glare at Bob.
"A few times, yeah, but he's not worth the hassle," Pony answered. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to the corner of Soda's mouth. That brought his brother's attention back to him.
"Sorry, honey. We just don't like it when people are mean to ya," Soda apologized before he planted a kiss to his brother's forehead.
"Let's get outta here," Darry said, and he, Soda, and Ponyboy left the bar area of the club.
Darry had inherited the role of gang leader after his parents died, but he had long before been a major force to be reckoned with. Being physically strong and smart, a lot of people just naturally fell in line behind him. Soda lacked Darry's sharp intellect and discipline, but he was always ready for a fight and could dish out just as much as he could take. He was charismatic and handsome, and people liked him. Ponyboy wasn't anywhere near as strong as either of his brothers, but he was built for speed. Sensitive and incredibly intelligent, he managed to bring an innocence and purity that no one else in the gang could. The youngest Curtis brother was more of a lover than a fighter, but he was fiercely loyal and a tried and true member of the gang.
Was it any wonder that he had managed to capture his brothers' hearts?
As soon as the door to their private lounge was closed and locked, Sodapop was on him, towering over Pony as he captured his lips in a kiss. Darry sat down on one of the couches, a thousand yard stare in his eyes. Soda nibbled on Pony's bottom lip, causing him to gasp. His tongue dove into that moist cavern, twisting and seizing in a dance of dominance that he always won. Callused hands crawled beneath Ponyboy's shirt and caressed the smooth skin.
"Jesus, honey," Soda moaned, moving to kiss his neck. "You're incredible."
"Soda..."
"So perfect. Just for us," Soda said between hot open-mouthed kisses. Ponyboy reached out to his clothed bulge, cupping it and giving it a gentle squeeze, causing Soda to jerk his hips.
"D'you wanna suck me off, honey? Is that what you want?"
"Yes, Soda," Ponyboy pleaded desperately. Soda smirked as he pressed a kiss to his lips.
"Go ahead, honey."
That was all the permission he needed. Ponyboy dropped gracefully to his knees and ran his hands up Soda's jeans, stopping at his hips. Nimble, dexterous fingers deftly undid the button and pulled down the zipper. With Sodapop, underwear was never an issue, as he preferred going commando, and his erection popped forth, precum glistening on the head. Wrapping a hand around the head, Pony stroked the firm shaft, his thumb caressing the head and smearing the precum around. His green-gray eyes looked up into Soda's blue ones as he took his cock into his mouth. Moaning softly, Ponyboy closed his eyes and went to town. He bobbed his head up and down, tongue working the head of Soda's cock while his other hand cupped his balls and massaged them. A hand began to pet his hair, gentle and tender, and his lover moaned in pleasure. Sweet nothings tumbled from Soda's parted lips, and his hips would involuntarily jerk forward whenever Ponyboy would deep throat him.
There was never a rhythm or pattern to it; Pony didn't want to be too predictable, and his brothers never complained. He knew just what made Darry and Soda climax within minutes, and he knew how to edge them to the point of frustration. Pleasuring his lovers was an art form to him, and he took pride in it. Other people paled in comparison to his brothers, who were strong, passionate, loyal, and beautiful, though differently so. Why seek love from someone else when his brothers provided more than enough for him?
Slowing his sucking to a crawl, Ponyboy smirked to himself when he heard Soda groan in frustration. His mouth was wrapped around the head of his cock and his tongue lapped at it lazily. He placed his hands on Soda's hips to prevent him from bucking too much. Hearing his brother whine was music to his ears.
"Ponyboy, stop bein' such a tease," Soda begged. "I was gettin' close." Pony licked the underside of his cock before releasing it with a wet pop.
"I know," he said with a grin. Soda looked down at him, his handsome face flushed red, and his eyes were wet with tears.
"Don't be mean to me, honey," Soda said with a pout. Still grinning like a Cheshire cat, Ponyboy nuzzled his erection fondly.
"What's the magic word?"
"Please, baby! Please," Soda cried, trying to thrust forward.
Satisfied enough with his brother's torture, Ponyboy kissed along his cock before taking it back into his mouth. His pace was faster than before, but he would slow down when he felt Soda was too close to finishing. The fingers in his hair tightened and pulled, indicating Sodapop's impatience. Taking pity on him, Pony moved his hands away from those glorious hips and let his dear lover take charge, which he did without a moment's hesitation. Firmly gripping Ponyboy's hair, Soda fucked his mouth, forcing the youngest Curtis to deep throat him. Having had a long time to practice, it wasn't difficult for Pony to take him, letting him abuse his mouth as he saw fit. He could feel his brother's cock twitch, and time seemed to slow down. One hand reached up to fondle Soda's balls as his body seized and tensed, growing taut and still as he came in Ponyboy's mouth. Salty, hot semen shot onto the back of his tongue and trickled down his throat until he swallowed it.
"Ah... Pony... P-Ponyboy," Soda moaned softly as his orgasm finished. Panting and feeling lightheaded, he reluctantly pulled himself out of his brother's mouth and watched as he swallowed the remnants of his cum. "You're a wonder, honey. Truly, ya are."
"Thanks, Soda," Pony said before kissing his soft cock and standing up. He tugged Soda's head down and kissed him, humming in content. When he pulled, he turned to Darry, who hadn't taken his icy green-blue gaze off of them since they started.
"Did you enjoy the show, Daddy?" Pony asked innocently enough, meeting Darry's gaze.
"Don't I always, baby boy?" was Darry's response. "Come here."
Obediently, Ponyboy made his way to his daddy, seating himself comfortably on his lap, brushing against his erection and causing delicious friction between the two of them. One large hand crept up the back of his neck, letting reddish-blonde hair slip through his fingers, while the other hand rested on Pony's lower back. As Darry began massaging his scalp, he closed his eyes, leaned back and sighed happily. While he knew their weaknesses, they also knew his, and Darry wasn't as easygoing as Soda was about exploiting them. He had always loved having his hair played with and his butt rubbed. His brothers often employed both to get him to relax and fall asleep easily. Kisses to his jawline made Pony open his eyes.
"Mm, Darry," he mumbled quietly. Both of Darry's hands traveled down to Ponyboy's ass and grabbed both cheeks, squeezing them roughly. Gasping, Pony involuntarily jerked forward, rubbing against his brother's hard on.
"You're a treasure, baby," Darry told him as he kissed down his neck. "The way you look, all them pretty noises you make... Soda and I are blessed to have you."
"You don't have to butter me up," Pony said, causing Darry to pull back and look at him. Leaning in so that their lips were almost touching, he added, "You and Soda are all I've ever wanted."
Their lips smashed together in a chaotic combination of lips and teeth, growls and mews. Ponyboy grabbed Darry's hair and pulled him closer as he ground his body down against his brother's manhood. Feeling just how much Darry wanted him and knowing just how territorial the elder Curtis could get, only spurred on Ponyboy's own arousal and made his already wet cunt a soppy mess. He felt Darry unbutton his jeans and pull his zipper down while he ravaged his mouth with teeth and tongue. Callused hands dove into Ponyboy's underwear to gently caress and rub his clitoris. Pleasure crawled all along Pony's skin, leaving a tingling sensation behind. Lips returned to his neck, nibbling and kissing the pale flesh and leaving bruises in their wake. Footsteps from behind them approached, and then there was a gentle hand in his hair, forcing him to crane his head back. Soda leaned down and kissed him slowly, tenderly.
"I'll get a move on," Soda told them both, his lips brushing against Ponyboy's. "It won't take long."
"Take Dally and Tim with you," Darry commanded, looking up at Soda briefly before he continued his ministrations.
"That was the plan, bossman," Soda replied before kissing Ponyboy again. "Don't tire him out too much, Darry. I want a go later."
"Soda..." Ponyboy whined, a pout gracing his pretty lips. Sodapop gave him a cocky smile.
"See ya later, honey." And with that, he was gone, leaving him alone with Darry.
All of a sudden, Darry's hands and face were off of his body, causing him to open his eyes once more. A smirk greeted him, along with eyes full of mischief. Missing his lover's touch, Pony rubbed himself against Darry's erection, desperate for any kind of friction. Arousal fueled him, feeling like fire in his blood, clouding his mind and depriving him of any dignity he possessed.
"Please touch me again, Darry," Pony requested.
"I dunno, baby boy. I'm enjoying seeing you squirm," Darry teased. When Pony leaned in to kiss him, he leaned back out of the way. "You gotta try better than that."
"I bet Bob Sheldon wouldn't tease me like this," Ponyboy huffed with a pout, knowing very well that his words had flipped a switch in his lover.
Sure enough, he felt Darry's body tense, and the lighthearted atmosphere dissipated. It was a struggle to keep a straight face, but Ponyboy did so as he looked at his brother. A stern countenance and narrowed green-blue eyes met him, and he fought to suppress a visible, delighted shiver crawl down his spine. Hands were gripping his hips, the fingers digging into his jeans so hard that Ponyboy was positive he'd have crescent shaped marks on his skin.
"You're mine, Ponyboy. I only share you with Sodapop because he's our brother, but you're mine," Darry growled low and threatening, though he'd never hurt him. People who gawked and lusted after him were always the targets of Darry's ire. "I'll kill anyone who tries to take you from me."
To a normal person, such words were an obvious red flag, but to Ponyboy, they only heightened his arousal and reinforced the love he had for his brothers. Knowing that he meant so much to them that they'd murder people to keep him brought on a high that no drug could ever replicate. He was fully aware that the love he and his brothers shared teetered more on obsession, codependency, and addiction than anything else, but he was more than okay with that. Who else would love, protect, and provide more for him than his own blood?
"If you wanna keep me, stop teasing," Pony shot back. They both knew it was an empty threat; he'd never leave them.
"Strip," came the command.
Reluctantly, Ponyboy slid off of Darry's lap and stood up. Holding eye contact, he unzipped his jacket, shrugged it off of his shoulders, and let it fall to the floor. Next was his shirt, revealing his pale chest, the scars from his top surgery barely visible even under the fluorescent lighting, and a necklace was settled in between his pectoral muscles. Darry's class ring hung from the simple silver chain, a quiet statement to who Pony belonged to. Dotting his torso were hickies and love bites in varying stages of healing; hardly a day went by where he didn't receive one.
Bending down, he unlocked his shoes before taking them off, the socks following suit. Pony slowly, carefully, shimmied out of his jeans, being sure to wiggle his hips and rub his thighs together. That left only his underwear, which was already wet with his arousal, and they, too, were pulled down slowly. Once they were pooled around his feet, he stepped out of them and stood proudly before his eldest brother, free of shame and embarrassment. The first time he had done this, he had been a clumsy, bumbling, flustered mess, but that had been quite some time ago. He watched as Darry unbuttoned his jeans, pull down his zipper, and withdrew his red, leaking cock from the confines of his pants. Soda's penis was perfect; just long and thick enough without being intimidating. But Darry was an even more impressive specimen, and seeing it with precum leaking from the tip made Ponyboy ache deliciously.
"Come here," Darry ordered. Obediently, he complied, crossing the small amount of space between them before he settled back down on Darry's lap.
With cock in hand, Darry rubbed it down the length of Ponyboy's cunt, coating it in his fluids, before bringing it up to rub his clitoris. Anticipation caused electricity to sizzle all over his body and he subconsciously began to rock in rhythm with Darry's ministrations, slow and languid. His blood was boiling with desire and lust, causing a thin sheen of sweat to coat his skin. They continued their slow and steady rubbing for a few minutes, relishing in the small sparks of pleasure that would ignite inside of them. Before too long, the head of Darry's cock pressed against Pony's entrance, making him release a shuddering gasp. Darry merely rubbed his tip back and forth, coating it with Ponyboy's vaginal discharge.
"Whose cock do you want, baby?" Darry inquired. "Do you want Bob Sheldon's or mine?"
"Mm, D-Darry, I... I want yours," Pony answered. "Always yours. Only yours."
Darry grabbed Ponyboy's hair in his fist, forcing him to bare his neck, as he leaned in so close that their lips brushed together as he spoke. "You're going to be punished first."
Before Pony could comprehend his words, Darry had him laid across his lap, his bare ass facing up towards him. After running a hand over his smooth, unblemished butt cheeks, one of Darry's hands trailed down to Pony's nether-lips to lightly caress them.
"Darry...!" Ponyboy whined before squirming on his lap, grinding against his cock.
The fingers withdrew from his quivering cunt and a firm hand slapped his buttocks. Pain caused the younger brother to jerk and gasp loudly.
"You're going to hold still and count every single slap until we get to ten," Darry instructed. "If you miss one or lose count, we'll start all over again. So, be a good boy, stay still, and count. Got it?" When he didn't get a response, he slapped his ass again. "Got it?"
"I... I got it, Daddy."
"Excellent." With that, Darry slapped him again, in the same red spot that had started to form since his first strike.
"One..." Ponyboy began. Another slap. "T-two."
"That's my boy," Darry praised softly before administering the third slap.
"Three..."
Slap!
"F-four."
Slap!
"Fi-five..."
"We're halfway there, baby," Darry said, caressing his buttocks. "You've been doing such a good job. Keep it up for me, alright?"
"Al-alri-right, Daddy," Ponyboy cried.
With tears streaming down his face, his body quivering from the pain, his breaths coming out in pants, and a very red, very visible handprint on his butt cheeks, one would think Pony loathed such foreplay, but that wasn't true. Pleasure flooded his senses with each and every slap, adding onto the arousal he already felt. He loved both sweet, tender, love-making, and rough, unforgiving sex. They'd done this so many times that Ponyboy was more than comfortable with how Darry handled him. Sodapop didn't have the desire to punish and reward, and while he could get rough and possessive, he could never bring himself to lift a hand against Pony. But Darry needed more, wanted more, and Ponyboy was perfectly fine with giving him whatever he wanted. Nothing brought that special kind of rush or thrill that being punished brought him. And the daddy kink had been accidental, but satisfying all the same.
Slap!
"Six!" Ponyboy gasped, tears falling freely from his eyes.
Slap!
"S-s-seven."
Slap!
"Eh-eh-eight."
His body was hot and slicked with sweat. The pain had begun to numb the area of skin that Darry was hitting, having faded away as his senses were engulfed with lust and arousal. Ponyboy could feel vaginal discharge seep out of him and coat his inner thighs. Beneath him, Darry's cock twitched and throbbed, smearing precum on Pony's stomach.
Slap!
"N...nhn," Ponyboy's vocal chords were starting to get sore. "Nine, Daddy."
"That's right, baby boy. You're doing so well," Darry cooed affectionately at him while his hand caressed his butt. "Just one more. Can you do that for me?"
Frantically, Pony nodded, his damp hair causing sweat to fly all over the place.
"Please, Daddy! Give it to me," he pleaded.
"You're such a good, sweet boy," Darry said. "So well-behaved for me. Only for me."
Slap!
"Ten! Ten!" Pony cried out, feeling an all too familiar stirring in his stomach.
Without any preamble or warning, Darry inserted two fingers into his weeping cunt, fondling and stretching him. Feeling those fingers massage his sex only caused his impending orgasm to build even more swiftly. After a third was added, Darey began to stretch in earnest, thrusting in and out of him and stroking that sweet bundle of nerves that made him squirt. Invisible flames began to envelope him, and he lost himself utterly to the pleasure. Words tumbled from his lips, but Ponyboy couldn't even tell what they were or that he was the one saying them. Ruthlessly, Darry fingered him as fast as he could, the force of his thrusts making their bodies jostle on the couch.
After what seemed like an agonizing amount of time, Ponyboy's orgasm came out in a rush of fluid, squirting all over Darry's arm and the couch. His body trembled and tensed as he did so, and his mind went completely blank, his eyes seeing nothing but a brief whiteness that blinded him for a second. Once his climax had ended, Pony slumped on Darry's lap, panting heavily and reveling in the feel of fingers threading through his hair.
"You're somethin' else, baby," Darry mumbled.
"Anything for my Daddy," Pony said, giving his lover a cheeky grin. Darry gave him one in return.
"Ready for the rest?" he asked, already knowing the answer.
"I always am," Ponyboy replies.
Crawling off of Darry's lap, Pony propped his arms on the arm of the couch and wiggled his ass seductively at his lover. Chuckling softly, Darry quickly removed his own clothes, tossing them carelessly to the floor where they joined Pony's. Not even a marble statue could compare to Darry's physique. He was the perfect specimen, with just enough muscle to be delicious, but not so much that it was a turn-off. Seeing him butt naked and on full display never got old to Ponyboy.
Kneeling on the couch, Darry rubbed his cock against Ponyboy's cunt, lubricating it with his vaginal discharge. This time, he didn't stop at the tip when he entered his younger lover. Darry continued pushing forward until he was buried as deeply as his could in that familiar, tight heat. Regardless of how many times they did this, Pony was always tight for him; it was something that he and Sodapop positively loved, as nothing else compared to the feel of it. He stayed still only for a moment before he started pulling out and plunging back in. Ponyboy's body rocked with the force of Darry's ministrations, moans and gasps tumbling out of him unabashedly.
"Damn, Ponyboy," Darry grunted as he leaned over his back and planted kisses along his shoulder blades. "You're so perfect for Soda and me. You fit us both so nicely."
"A-anything for my brothers," Ponyboy said in a sharp inhale when his brother hit a particularly sensitive spot.
"You're fucking right. You're just for us. Only us," Darry growled, and enunciated his words with hard, merciless thrusts.
"I'm all yours," Pony affirmed as he clung to the couch, using it to steady himself.
Darry grabbed his left leg and hiked it up into the air, opening his brother up and giving him more access to his cunt. He didn't give his young lover any time to adjust; he just continued to hammer into him. They both knew he wouldn't last much longer. This session wasn't about longevity but about ownership. Making sure that Darry's claim on Ponyboy was visible to anyone who dared to look at his baby brother. Just thinking about that Bob Sheldon making eyes at Pony spurred him on, and Darry soon lost all pacing and rhythm as his desire and need clouded his eyesight and mind. With an animalistic roar, Darry sank deep, deep, deep into Ponyboy as he came, body trembling, slicked with sweat, and tense with spasms as his seed poured into his dearly beloved baby brother, painting his womb with his white, hit semen.
Darry stayed buried within Ponyboy for a few minutes, letting his climax subside before pulling out. When he did, he watched as his semen trickled out of Pony before scooping it up with a finger and putting it back inside. Reclining back, he laid down on the couch as Ponyboy stood up, letting him get comfortable before joining him. Laying his head on Darry's bare chest, Pony relaxed, his body practically going limp on top of his brother. A hand reached up to pet his hair, and he closed his eyes to relish the massage.
"I love you, Darry. And Sodapop," Ponyboy told him. "I don't want anyone else but you two."
His sweet words, full of love and tenderness, made Darry smile.
"I know, baby, I know," he said. "I love you too. More than anything."
They shared a sweet kiss.
"Y'know, we're really doin' you a favor," Sodapop told Bob Sheldon, a bright smile on his face as he watched Dallas Winston light Bob's car on fire.
His friends, Paul, Randy, and David had already been taken care of. Tim Sheppard was keeping Paul on the ground with a boot, his arms crossed as he watched the blaze of the fire. Randy and David were either unconscious or dead; neither mattered to the middle Curtis brother. Bob was on his knees at Soda's side, remaining upright only by a hand fisting the back of his shirt. One eye was swollen shut, the eyelids an ugly, puffy purple, and bulging out. Several teeth had been knocked out and were scattered on the ground, complimenting the busted and bleeding lip. He had a broken arm - of that, Soda was certain - and, by the looks of it, a broken ankle too.
"This will be a good learning experience for you and your stupid friends," Soda continued. The roar of the car fire was drowned out by the explosion. "Dally, hold him."
"You don't want me to do it?" Dally asked as he made his way behind Bob. He yanked both arms behind Bob's back, the broken one jerked harshly, keeping them trapped with one hand while the other fisted the dark hair, forcing the young man to look up at Soda.
"Nah, you did it last time. And my hands aren't all messed up," Soda answered. "It'll be easier for me."
"We should make him suffer," Dally countered. He had an unrivaled bloodlust, which is why he was often sent out on missions like these.
"Now, now, Dally. We're only here to teach a lesson; not murder the poor guy," Soda chastised.
"Not this time," Tim added, glaring deadly daggers at Bob. Every time Paul shifted or moved, he'd slam his boot in the middle of his back or on his broken ribs. "I told you not to fuckin' move!"
Still smiling and acting like this was an average, ordinary business meeting, Sodapop Curtis crouched down in front of Bob. After giving him a once-over, he smirked and huffed a laugh; this Soc was nowhere near as attractive or good enough for Ponyboy as he and Darrel were.
"We saw you ogling our baby brother, and we don't take too kindly to such uncouth behavior," Soda explained to Bob. Taking out his pocket knife, he flipped it out and dragged it down the Soc's jawline. "Ponyboy is special and too good for a scumbag like you. Understand?"
"I... I'm sorry. I wasn't... I wasn't going to do anything! I swear," Bob stammered, panic evident in his voice and countenance.
"Hey, I believe you, bud!" Soda patted him on the cheek, much like he would when reassuring a friend. "But Darrel and I need insurance." He brought his knife up to Bob's only unblemished, good eye.
"P-please... please, don't!" Bob pleaded pathetically.
"Y'see, we're territorial bastards, and we were raised to protect what's ours," Soda elaborated. A meanness began to drench his handsome features. "I'm sure a guy like you understands."
No one could hear the screams over the fire.
When Ponyboy opened his eyes the next morning, the first thing he saw was a neat and pretty little present box sitting on the nightstand with a note attached.
'From Darry and Sodapop, with love.'
