Life Choices 2: Forming Bonds | By : JessieMundaiFan Category: M through R > The Outsiders Views: 2857 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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… (General POV) "Come on babe." "No." "Say something other than no." "No." "Let's not fuck." "…Shut up." "It wasn't that big of a deal," Curly tried to argue. Both Ponyboy and Curly were currently at the movies sitting at a film that neither paid much attention to. Both of them had their minds on something else, Ponyboy on ignoring Curly and Curly on getting Ponyboy to pay attention to him. "I beg to differ," Ponyboy replied quietly. "In what way?" Curly demanded. Giving the curly haired boy nothing but a dry look, Ponyboy stood up from his seat and walked out of the movie theater. "Wait up," Curly protested hot on his trail. "Not only did you try and fight an old lady in a grocery," Ponyboy pointed out as the both of them walked out of theater, "but you also didn't get anything that was the list I gave you when you left." "We didn't?" Curly raised an eyebrow. "No," Ponyboy grunted in irritation. Curly came back with a grocery cart full of soups and nothing else. "Oops," Curly chuckled shrugging his shoulders carelessly, "I knew I would suck at shopping, but I should get some points for bringing the money back." "That's not the point," Ponyboy snapped shooting the hood a glare. Both of Curly's eyebrows rose in mild surprise at the outburst. Ponyboy gasped lightly as he realized how irrational he was being. He turned his head away from Curly starting to walk off a little faster. "I'm sorry," Ponyboy said softly, "I didn't mean to get so overdramatic. I didn't know what came over me." Curly grunted before grabbing Ponyboy's waist and walking them into an alley so they can be alone. This act might seem a little shady if this had been with someone else, but because Ponyboy does trust Curly he went along with him. Once into the alley, both boys leaned on a wall next to each other. Casually, Curly took out a cigarette. "You've been different lately," Curly acknowledged lighting up his cigarette and taking a few puffs of it. "Maybe," Ponyboy answered staring at nothing but the wall in front of him. "No, you have been acting different," Curly corrected the young greaser, "you've been on edge for the last three days. It's kind of getting me on edge to." Ponyboy couldn't help but smile to himself as Curly was trying to tell him he was concerned without actually saying he's concerned. "I guess I have been a little on edge lately," Ponyboy admitted taking Curly's cigarette and taking of puff himself, "I just get the feeling that something is going to happen, something really bad." "Like what?" Curly asked blowing the smoke out of his mouth. "I couldn't tell you." Ponyboy lied with shrug, "but I just think it's going to be big." Ponyboy made a pact with himself that he would handle the problem with Wild Dog himself. The young greaser really didn't want anyone to get hurt because of him. He wanted show everyone, but mostly himself, that he was mature enough to handle these kinds of situations without any help. He just hoped he was making the right choice. "You worry too much," Curly smirked, "ain't nothing going on right now. This is probably the most controlled this town is going to get all year." "Besides," Curly wrapped his arm around Ponyboy's shoulder, "if some shit does go down, you know I got you." "Yeah I know," Ponyboy answered leaning his head on the curly haired boys shoulder. "So stop moping," Curly proclaimed squeezing his should we got things to do." "Like what?" Ponyboy eyes snapped up to his boyfriends. Curly smirked in amusement. "Babe, you really put a new spin on 'absent minded'," Curly snickered, "it's time to take some treats and give out some tricks." Ponyboy eyes widen and he smacked his own head. "How could I forget that it was Halloween today?" Ponyboy shook his head in doubt. "And we're going to a party," Curly told him. Party? Curly never said anything to him about a party. "Since when? What party? Do I have to wear a costume?" Ponyboy asked each question one after the other. Curly snorted at the questions but answered them in order nonetheless. "We were invited a while ago, I just forgot tell you. It's a friend of mine and if you want to wear a costume don't let me stop you," Curly had a lecherous grin on his face. "Pervert," Ponyboy smacked Curly on the arm playfully. Maybe going to a party is for the best right now, Ponyboy thought to himself. He wanted a chance to clear his mind of the whole Wild Dog thing and this seemed to be the only opportunity available. "You can wear one of those freaky out fits Angela always wears at Halloween," Curly said optimistically. Ponyboy rolled his eyes at his boyfriend's antics. Angela and her group of friends were notorious for their 'unique' outfits during holidays or special days. Last Halloween, Angela dressed up as a 'bunny' which was pretty much a bunny hood and a bikini. "I still don't know how she gets out of the house dressed like that with you and Tim and her brothers," Ponyboy shook his head, "if I was a girl and I dressed up like that my brothers would never let me out the house." "If you were girl your brothers wouldn't let you out the house at all," Curly chuckled, "hell, they barely let you out as a boy." Ponyboy thought about this for a brief second before shrugging his shoulders. "True, but Curly you would not like it if I showed up at a party in one of those outfits," Ponyboy told him. "Uh, yeah I would," Curly argued, "I'd even pick something out for you." "You don't know what you're asking for," Ponyboy warned him. Rolling his eyes, Curly pressed his lips onto Ponyboy's drawing them both to battle each other with their tongues. "Babe, I can take anything you can dish out," Curly whispered briefly before attacking the young greaser's lips again. Moaning breathily, Ponyboy wrapped his arms around Curly's neck as the kiss got more passionate. Unbeknownst to Curly, Ponyboy had a sly little smile on his face through their entire kiss. Be careful what you wish for, Ponyboy said to himself gleefully. … Ponyboy walked into his house and was unsurprised to see Steve sitting on the couch. "Hey Stevie where's Evie?" Ponyboy asked going into the kitchen to find himself something to drink. "I thought we agreed not to call me that?" Steve glared at the young male in annoyance. "What, Evie?" Ponyboy asked taking a big gulp of the last Pepsi in the house. Steve just sighed and decided to just ignore him. He also decided to ignore the voice in the back of his said that said that ignoring Curtis' doesn't make them go away. Silently, Ponyboy took his drink and sat down right next to Steve. He was staring at the television blankly, not saying a word. This scene went on for about ten minutes before Steve couldn't take it anymore. "What do you want from me?" Steve snapped in irritation. In an instant, Ponyboy shifted his gaze from the television to his brother's best friend. "I didn't want to ask but since you're offering to help," Ponyboy smiled happily, "I do need something." "I can't wait to hear it," Steve said sarcastically. "I need you to ask Evie if she can fix something up for me by tonight," Ponyboy stated, "I already have everything I need, it's just that a few adjustments need to be made." "What?" Steve furrowed his brow at the vague description of the young greaser request. "Please," Ponyboy pleaded pouting slightly. Luckily for Steve, he was somewhat immune to the kid's pouts. "What's in it for me?" Steve asked. "The joy of knowing that you helped another human being," Ponyboy answered hopefully. Steve gave him a dry look. "I don't have any money," Ponyboy whined, "can't you just do something nice without complaint for a change." "Why change now," Steve shrugged carelessly, "it's been working out for me so far. Being a jerk is fun." Ponyboy growled lowly before an idea popped into his head. "I should have done this in the first place," Ponyboy said to himself. The younger greaser reached over and grabbed the house phone. Steve couldn't see who he was calling nor did he care at the moment. He did however have to suffer from, what he noticed, was a tendency of Curtis' to talk very very loudly over the phone. "Hello" "…?" It's me Ponyboy! Nice to hear from you, it's been forever." "…" "Listen, I need a tiny favor. Can you fix something up for me tonight?" Steve eyes immediately turned to the young greaser beside. Surely he didn't call… "Aw, you're so sweet," Ponyboy laughed cutely, "so I'll see you in a little bit?" "…!" "Okay, bye," With a satisfied smile, Ponyboy hung up the phone. Slowly, he gazed up at Steve giving him an innocent look. Steve, in return, narrowed his eyes warningly. "Kid I swear…" "Evie said that you have to drive me over to her house or you'll regret it," Ponyboy grinned mischievously. Steve growled clenching his fists in his hands. How easy would it be for to beat this little smug bastard down? "How did she even know where I was?" Steve questioned in his frustration. Ponyboy snorted. "We'll you're not with her so by process of elimination you'd obviously be here. It's not like you have anywhere else to go." "…I hate you." "Good." … "Curly!" Someone called out as said hood entered the house. Curly couldn't help but smirk as he saw the host of the party, Roger or Rog, stumbled toward him. There was a large amount of people here getting drunk, dancing, and have a wild and crazy time. Some people, mostly girls, were dressed up in costumes while others just had on casual wear. "Glad you could come my greaser brother. Welcome to my shindig," Rog smiled goofily shaking his hand wholeheartedly. "Shindig?" Curly chuckled, "are you drunk already man?" "Hell yeah," Rog nodded taking a gulp of whatever was in the cup he was holding, "I didn't have this party to be sober." "True," Curly nodded. Looking over Rog's side he saw a couple more guys he knew from around town. "What's up Curly man?" the first guy David greeted before tossing him a drink, "take sip, enjoy yourself." Curly looked down and saw that it was beer. "Don't mind if I do ladies," With that Curly downed the entire cup in one sitting. Rob grinned and guided Curly to the kegs they had in the kitchen. "Say, where's your main squeeze?" David asked as he sipped some beer all the while leaning on the kitchen counter. "Ponyboy?" Curly raised an eyebrow turning to the keg. "Yeah," another hood, Charles said with a grin, "the one with that fine ass." Curly's swiftly head snapped to him warningly. Charles held up his hands in apology and started to back up a little ways. "He's coming a little later," Curly grunted, "something about wanting to make an entrance." Rog snorted. "What is going to do? Show up and …" Curly raised an eyebrow as he heard Rog stopped talking mid-sentence with his jaw hanging open. Turning himself around, Curly almost did the same thing. Ponyboy had just entered the house in a dramatic fashion. Gone where his normal everyday jeans, the young greaser was now wearing a pair of leather pants that hugged him in all the right places. He was also wearing a matching leather vest with no shirt showing off his well-developed upper body. And the top it all off, Ponyboy was wearing a medium sized black cowboy that fit the outfit perfectly. Everyone, that is everyone the ones sober enough to pay attention, was staring dead at the young greaser in either shock or awe. "Hold shit," was all Curly could say visibly looking shocked. Seeing Ponyboy this must have set a record for how fast the hood could get turned on. He could feel the bulge in his pants growing with every second. Ponyboy, who was staring around the room innocently at everyone, smiled when he saw his boyfriend. "Hi Curly," Ponyboy waved at the hood walking over to him. "Dude, if that ass was mine I would not let him out the house like that," Terry leaned over and whispered to the hood. After casually throwing his beer in Terry eyes, Curly walked over met Ponyboy half way into the house. "What in the hell are you doing?" Curly hissed gripping Ponyboy by the hips. The hood noticed that everyone else had gone back to whatever they were doing but made a point to keep an eye on the two of them. "What, walking?" Ponyboy blinked at him cutely, "I've been able to do this for a while Curly, a long while." "You know what I'm talking about," Curly demanded. "Oh, you mean my outfit?" Ponyboy asked with a curious look on his face. "Yes, I mean your outfit," Curly snapped shaking the young greaser slightly, "did you walk here in that?" "Yep," Ponyboy chirped. "Great," Curly grunted sarcastically, "now there are bunch of horny little bastards that were checking out my shit." "Here he goes," Ponyboy said lowly rolling his eyes. He could feel another 'Ponyboy is my property speech' coming. Rob walked over to the both of them still smiling goofily. "Ponyboy right?" Rob pointed at the young greaser, "Thanks for showing up hot stuff, sweet costume." "Thank you," Ponyboy chuckled at the enraged look on Curly's face. Ignoring his boyfriend for now, he stared dead at Rob with a heated gaze. "I'm a young cowboy that has a passion for riding horses," Ponyboy breathed, "and still waiting for that great ride to come and just take me to salvation." Both Rob and Curly stared at him blankly, neither moving an inch. This unconsciously sent Ponyboy into a small fit of laughter. He was shocked out of it when a cup was thrust into his face. "Drink this," Rob ordered offering him what looked to be a clear liquid. "Okay," Ponyboy shrugged and took the cup. "What the hell?" Angrily, Curly smacked the cup out of Ponyboy's hands angrily. There's no telling what the hell was in that cup. "Are you insane?" Curly asked his Ponyboy before snapping his head to Rob, "and what do you think you're doing?" "Chill out man," Rob held his hands out in defeat, "let's just have some fun. He can have a drink without your permission can't he?" Curly sighed in frustration. "You people don't get it do you?" "And here it is," Ponyboy said to himself. "Ponyboy…is…my…property!" Surprisingly, Curly turned Ponyboy around and lifted up his vest slightly. He pointed to some vague marks on his body. "You see that?" Curly questioned. "That is from when I burned him with a lighter when we were kids. It means that he's my property and I own him." "You told me that was an accident," Ponyboy shouted in outrage. "I tell you a lot of things," Curly snorted dragging Ponyboy out of the house, "just like right now I'm telling you that we're leaving." "You can't just make me leave," Ponyboy tried to struggle but Curly was far stronger than he was, "What about your friends?" "Screw them," they were the last thing on Curly's mind at the moment. As Curly dragged them outside and to the sidewalk, he slowly let go of Ponyboy who was huffing at his boyfriend. "You are such a jerk," Ponyboy pouted folding his arms. "And you're a tease," Curly snorted. "You're an ass." "You're a whore." "Take me," Ponyboy breathed wrapping his arms around Curly's neck. "Gladly," is all Curly said before he slammed Ponyboy up against a tree and attacked his lips. He ground there cocks into each other's moaning in each other's mouths. "I want you to make me forget," Ponyboy whispered through their kiss, "about everything Curly." "I will babe," Curly told him dragging the both of them again, but this time to the Curtis house. "I will." … They arrived at the house in record time. No one else was home, they had the place to themselves. "I got a horse for you to ride babe," Curly told the boy in arms as he walked them to Ponyboy's room. "I hope he's feisty," Ponyboy smiled into their kiss, "I like rough rides." Curly grinned excitedly. Opening the door to the room, he turned the light on and situated himself on the bed. With a cute smile on his face, Ponyboy maneuvered himself slowly out of his leather pants inch by inch. In the back of Curly's mind, the hood could hear something calling to him. He wanted to ignore but just couldn't find the strength to. "Babe, are you sure about this?" Curly couldn't help but ask this. As turned on as he was the last thing he wanted was for Ponyboy to hate himself for having sex with the hood. Ponyboy chuckled lightly. As he finally got the pants off, he crawled on top of Curly so that their faces were mere inches away. "I love you Curly," Ponyboy gave the hood a brief peck on the lips. Curly was stunned silent, before he could say anything back though Ponyboy was unzipping his pants and sliding them off of his body. He couldn't help but moan as Ponyboy gripped his member. As Ponyboy moved to slip a condom on him, Curly took off his own shirt. The hood was pleased to note that Ponyboy wasn't making a move to take off his hat or vest. That's my babe, Curly snickered to himself. Blowing the hood a kiss, Ponyboy slowly started to lower himself onto Curly. "Fuck," Curly hissed feeling the tightness of his lover's ass. Not wasting any time he immediately started to buck upwards towards Ponyboy. Moaning in appreciation, Ponyboy held onto Curly's chest, gripping it tightly as he started to grind himself onto Curly hard. "Oh yeah," Curly sighed with a smile, "ride it cowboy, ride it." Ponyboy grinned and started move himself up and down over Curly's cock. "Oh this ride is amazing," Ponyboy cried holding onto his hat with one hand as Curly bucked into his thrusts. "Found that great ride haven't you?" Curly growled smacking Ponyboy's rippling ass as their bodies collided roughly, "Now tame that horse babe!" Ponyboy moaned softly in pleasure as he bounced roughly onto Curly. He could feel his ass smacking against Curly's thighs. Curly couldn't help but admire Ponyboy as he pound up into this beautiful boy's body. The sounds he was making, the gestures he made, and even the sweat dripping down his chest all excited him further into ecstasy. "That's my boy," Curly breathed gripping Ponyboy's thighs, "got some damn good skill riding this wild horse." "He's so big and hard," Ponyboy panted, "I don't think I can last against him." "Fuck yeah, what's that horses name," Curly demanded thrusting harder into him giving his ass another good smack. "Curly, Curly, Curly!" Ponyboy screamed his lovers name with every hard thrust as it made his whole body to thrash, "I'm so close." "Me to babe," Curly moved his body upwards, but was smacked back down by his shoulders. "This is my ride," Ponyboy grinded out riding up and down on Curly's cock loving the feeling of it hitting his prostate. The young greaser didn't know where this knew confidence was coming from but he loved it, he loved being so in control of something for once in his life. Having no complaints whatsoever, Curly laid himself back down but not without jerking his lover off in time with his thrusts. He wanted him and Ponyboy to cum together. Curly groaned as he felt Ponyboy's ass tighten around him as they approached their end. Curly slammed himself into Ponyboy's prostate harder getting impatient. He wanted to see the look of completion on his precious boys face now! "Bring it home babe, bring it home," Curly breathed feeling himself starting to cum. "Oh yes, this big horse, I love him, I love him so much," Ponyboy moaned tossing his hat off and waving it into the sky. "Curly!" "AHH!" Both had finally come together. Curly thrust up several more times before bringing Ponyboy down to lay onto his chest. Happily, Ponyboy rained kissed all over Curly's face while said hood got himself together. Curly's opened his eyes to see Ponyboy smiling down at him. "I love you," Ponyboy told him softly. Curly stared up at him not saying anything in response. Ponyboy's smile just got even brighter as he offered Curly one last kiss. "Happy Halloween Curly." …...While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. 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