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) O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree! Your leaves are so damn sexy! O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree! You're looking better than old betsy! When I see you in the deer I make sure to whip my rear O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree! You looking good tonight! Two-Bit's shameful rendition of 'O Christmas Tree' was met with a round of applause by the gang. "That was truly beautiful Two-Bit," Steve giving his friend that was on the Curtis' couch a big thumbs up. "Thank you, thank you," Two-Bit sighed in smug satisfaction taking a sip of his beer. "You know what would have made that song better?" Steve asked calmly. Two-Bit turned to him aghast, as if that comment hurt him. "It would have better if this wasn't fucking Thanksgiving, not Christmas you idiot!" Steve shouted angrily. Two-Bit was so shocked he almost spit out his beer. "It's not Christmas?" Two-Bit questioned loudly looking to the Curtis brothers sitting at the table giving him various degrees of amusement and disbelief. "What made you think it was Christmas?" Steve raged, "There is nothing in this house that is Christmas like." "Huh," Two-Bit eyes glanced over the room to see that there was indeed no hint of Christmas, "I wondered why you didn't get your tree. Y'all where just so busy talking about all the food you're going to get I thought it was Christmas." Steve rolled his eyes and buried his face in his hand. Why do they give Two-Bit drinks this early in the day? "Okay, now that …special moment is over," Sodapop was smiling brightly, "it's time to get on with the Thanksgiving shopping!" Ponyboy had a smile on his that almost matched his brothers in gleefulness. This was very unique time of year for the family. "Remember were on a tight budget boy's," Darry said sternly twisting the apple around in his hand aimlessly, "you two remember what your getting don't you?" Sodapop's smiled dropped from his face. "I got the sides," Sodapop mumbled with Steve rolling his eyes at his antics. "I got the desserts," Ponyboy added smiling smugly. Not so subtly, Sodapop stuck his tongue out immaturely at his young brother, which was rightfully returned to him. "Soda," Darry voiced sternly, "you know how we do this. We all pick out of the hat for what we're getting. I got the meats, you got sides, Ponyboy got desserts, Two-Bit got drinks, and Steve got the blank." Steve smirked in contently. The last thing he wanted was to cook. Even after being properly chastised Sodapop was still looking down in the dumps making Darry exhausted. "Look, you know the rules," Darry reminded his brother taking a bit out of his apple, "you can go as crazy as you want just don't go too overboard." Sodapop's eyes lit up once again. "You mean I can add as much food coloring as I want?" Sodapop asked eagerly looking like a kid in a candy store. Ponyboy snorted in amusement. "Just as long as we can recognize what the food is," Darry told him somewhat hesitantly knowing that food coloring was Soda's best friend. Laughing to himself rambunctiously, Sodapop stood and zipped out of the house. With a sigh Steve stood up and trailed after his best friend knowing that he might need some help. "Are you sure that's a good idea?" Ponyboy asked. "I don't know," Darry shrugged, "do you need a ride to the store?" "No," Ponyboy denied, "I'm okay." Just as those words were uttered there was loud honking outside followed by the sound of a car engine. "That's Curly," Ponyboy acknowledged getting up out of his seat and running toward the door, "I won't be long." As soon as Ponyboy left Two-Bit gave Darry a doubtful look. "Are you sure it's a good idea to let the kid drive around with Curly," Two-Bit asked apparently sobering himself up enough to be concerned over Ponyboy's wellbeing. "It'll be fine," Darry said aloud more for himself than Two-Bit. He was trying to stay true to his word about giving Ponyboy more freedom. The jokester greaser decided to let his worry go seeing as Darry wasn't that concerned. "So," Two-Bit drew out with a grin on his face, "want to sing Christmas carols with me?" Darry just stared at him blankly which Two-Bit, for some reason, thought was a positive sign to continue. On the first day of Christmas my true hoe gave to me A pocket- Darry threw his apple at the jokesters head. … "Isn't this fun Curly?" Ponyboy laughed pulling his lover around the store rolling around a shopping cart. "Yeah," Curly replied perkily with overly excited eyes, "as a guy I love going shopping in my free time!" "Really?" Ponyboy looked back at the hood with both of his eyebrows raised mockingly. "No," Curly snapped dropping his happy look, "I hate doing this I hate shopping. Why are we doing this?" "Because I'm making the desserts this year for Thanksgiving," Ponyboy told him for the third time since coming to the store. "You mean that whole pick a food thing you Curtis' doing during holidays and crap?" Curly questioned, "What's with that anyway?" Ponyboy smiled at Curly fondly taking the hand that he was pulling the hood with and wrapping it around his own waist. "It's a tradition my parents made up when we were kids," Ponyboy said with a faraway look, "around the holidays everybody picks something out of a hat and whatever they pick they have to make." Curly didn't quite understand this. What was the point of everyone making something different when it's all going to be the same anyway? Why go to all that effort for a meal that's going to be gone in a couple minutes? Ponyboy, as if knowing what his boyfriend was thinking, felt the need to answer his silent question. "It's a way to bring us all together," Ponyboy said, "we all contribute something to the meal and put a little of ourselves in it. It makes the food less about just eating and more about enjoying being around your family and having fun." When Curly still looked as if he didn't understand this really got Ponyboy thinking. What if Curly and his family didn't celebrate holidays like Thanksgiving or Christmas? He didn't dare ask out of fear of upsetting his boyfriend but this got the young greasers mind reeling. Are there families that don't celebrate those holidays? It sounds like a really juvenile question but Ponyboy couldn't help ask himself this. Holidays like Thanksgiving and Christmas have been such permanent part of his life that he couldn't imagine it not being in anyone else's. "You're coming to my house for Thanksgiving," Ponyboy proclaimed to Curly as more of an order than a request. Curly raised an eyebrow but didn't comment what was said opting to just change the subject slightly. "So, what's my little woman making for dessert?" Curly asked arrogantly, sliding his hand to graze Ponyboy's ass. Ponyboy snorted wiggling out of reach of his hand. "Baked cranberry apples and caramel apple pie," Ponyboy said excitedly. Curly scrunched up his face in disgust which amused Ponyboy greatly. "Which one sounds nasty?" Ponyboy asked him with a chuckle. "Both of them," Curly complained, "Why can't you just make a classic pumpkin pie for Thanksgiving like everyone else?" "We've never had pumpkin pie at my house for Thanksgiving," Ponyboy told him. "What?" "No one ever made it," Ponyboy shrugged, "last year Sodapop had desserts and he made this great caramel chocolate cake! It was so good." Seeing Ponyboy's mouth practically watering caused Curly to shake his head in disbelief. "Could you Curtis' get any weirder?" Curly commented. "You haven't seen anything yet Curly," Ponyboy laughed, "wait till we get to Christmas. Our traditions get even crazier." "Great," Curly said with a sigh. "But seriously, you're going to love my desserts," Ponyboy said linking his arm with Curly's, "trust me." "I already had your desserts," Curly replied wiggling his eyes brows suggestively. Ponyboy chuckled rolling his eyes. "That was a poorly executed innuendo Curly," Ponyboy shook his head shamefully at his lover, "I expect better from you." "I'm sorry teacher," Curly responded with a smirk wrapping his arms around Ponyboy while the other was checking out spices, "I promise to try harder." "Don't even think about it," Ponyboy warned feeling how 'harder' the hood was going to try, "you need to help me with this." Curly growled in annoyance but didn't take his hands off of Ponyboy's waist. "And if you do," Ponyboy moved his head back to whisper into Curly's ear, "I'll promise I'll pay you back." If Ponyboy thought that was going to tame Curly's inner savage beast he's was sorely mistake. However, he did hold it off for a little longer. "Promise?" Curly asked not trying to be tricked. The young greaser just kissed Curly's nose in response. "Alright then," Curly shouted slapping Ponyboy's ass and throwing things in the cart, "let's get this over with." "Oh no, you are not doing this to me again Curly Shepard," Ponyboy cried sternly. By the luck of God, or just being plain lucky, the two were able to get all of what Ponyboy wanted for his food without getting kicked out the store. Ponyboy was very satisfied that they got everything he needed in this one store because he really didn't want to go anywhere and risk going over the budget. As they approached Curly's car of the day, Ponyboy stopped asking where he got them a long time ago, the hood was being very polite opening the trunk for the young greaser to put all the food in it. "Aren't you polite," Ponyboy grinned closing the trunk behind him, "I guess I'm rubbing off on you." "Nope," Curly replied getting into the driver's seat, "I'm just feeling the Thanksgiving spirit you can call it." "Spirits are for Christmas Curly," Ponyboy said climbing into the passenger's seat. "Whatever," as Curly started to hotwire the car again he was stopped by a hand gripping onto his own. The hood turned to see Ponyboy just staring at him, his eyes raking over his every piece of his body. With a flirtatious smile the young greaser moved closer, wrapping his arms around his neck and brought their mouth together. Curly was shocked to say the least, how would was he to know that this reward was going to come this early, not that he was complaining. Curly cupped his lovers bottom as he slipped his tongue inside his mouth, caressing his cavern roughly. Being so enthralled by the kiss the hood didn't Ponyboy's hands snaking down the front of his body and slip into his jeans. He hissed in pleasure as his member was gripped firmly by Ponyboy's cold hands. As the kiss was broken, Ponyboy grinned at his boyfriend's pleasured face coyly before unbuttoning his pants freeing the hoods erection from its confines. Leaning down, the young greaser gave a long lick at the head causing Curly to emit a chuckle like moan. Kissing the cock breathily, Ponyboy quickly took once glance at it before slowly swallowing it whole doing his best not to choke. "Oh fuck babe," Curly hissed running a hand through Ponyboy's hair. Ponyboy got into a rhythm as he bopped his head up and down while using his tongue to lick the sides of the erection. "Just like that babe, just like that," Curly sighed his eyes closed and a happily smile on his face. The young greaser was pleased to see his ministrations were successful in doing their job. With every moan or sigh Curly let out, it made it easier for him to ignore the sore feeling growing in his jaw. He cradled Curly's balls in his hand and started to massage them gently along with his cock sucking. As Ponyboy pulled back on the length, his teeth grazing the sides of it, Curly came hard into his waiting mouth. He swallowed as much as he could as Ponyboy continued to stroke Curly through his release. As he licked his lips dry Ponyboy leaned his head back up and lay back in his seat. Their eyes met and he gave Curly as cute smile. "Just waited until you see what I get you for Christmas," Ponyboy said jokingly batting his eyelashes. This caused Curly to burst into laughter … "Why did you tell me to come to Randle's place?" Curly asked carry a bag into the house along with Ponyboy. Thank god this door is never properly locked, Ponyboy thought to himself. Coming up to the door and twisting it a couple times before it opened. "Because what I make is supposed to be a surprise for the family," Ponyboy replied setting his bags in the kitchen, "Usually the one that's making the meats takes the house kitchen while we use Two-Bit's and/or Steve's house to cook. We're lucky Steve's dad is never home during the day." "How long is this going take?" Curly questioned setting his bag next to Ponyboy's. "About an hour," Ponyboy answered while getting the oven ready, "which leaves us plenty of time." "For what?" Curly replied with an anxious smirk on his face. What could he say he had a lot of stamina. "To get my babies of course," Ponyboy said smiling eagerly. "Your babies?" Curly raised an eyebrow at his boyfriend wondering if he's lost it, "boy…you ain't got no damn babies." "Uh, Tosh and Justin," Ponyboy replied as if it was obvious. Curly hung his head to the ceiling letting out a loud sigh. "One, Tosh is not a baby he's a man," Curly grinded out, "and secondly, that little Justin brat should not be included in this thing, whatever it is." "Don't tell me my baby isn't my baby," Ponyboy argued with a glared, "and Justin is a part of this Justin as much as you are a part of this." Curly grunted in annoyance "Now, can you please get them for me?" Ponyboy pleaded putting up his best pout. Try as he might, Curly was subdued by the pout and went to get the little nuisances, although it was more a chore for Justin than Tosh. "Thank you Curly," Ponyboy called out as he left. "Yeah, yeah," Curly mumbled lowly slamming the door behind himself, "you hot little pain in the ass." "I heard that," Ponyboy shouted from the kitchen. … An hour had come and gone like it was nothing. Ponyboy's desserts were ready and he was anxious to get home and get this food out of his hands. Unfortunately for him, Curly had yet to arrive and it was driving him crazy. Needless to say, that when Curly stepped into the house the young greaser was looking less than pleased. "Where have you been?" Ponyboy demanded standing in front of the door waiting for him, "I know it doesn't take an hour to get them." Justin came from behind Curly, along with little Tosh, and ran over to greet Ponyboy. "Pony," Justin smiled and gave his friend a hug as opposed to Tosh who was standing by his feet barking eagerly. "Hey you guys," Ponyboy greeted gently while still giving Curly a glare. "I forgot where he lived?" Curly argued with a shrug. "You forget where Tosh lived?" Ponyboy asked with a raised eyebrow. "No," Curly snapped pointing to Justin, "I forgot where that brat lived. He's so damn forgettable, everything about him is." Justin silently snarled at the older male but didn't dare make a move. If Curly would fight an old lady he'd fight anybody. "Let's just go," Ponyboy said trying to ease the tension picking Tosh up and hugging him briefly before taking the desserts he prepared. Both Curly and Justin sniffed the air as the heavenly aroma of the food past their noses. The food smelled great. "I'm taking a knife from here since were out of any good ones at my house," Ponyboy put out there casually, "so if either of you try and sneak a bitw I'm cutting you." Curly smirked. "I've taught you well babe." Ponyboy rolled his eyes but didn't dispute his words as they all piled into the car. The four of them arrived at the Curtis home only to be bombarded with even more wondrous smelling food. "Wow, you guys can really cook in this house," Justin said ran into the room with Tosh holding the pie. "Be careful Justin," Ponyboy pleaded eyes concerned for the pie. Justin carefully set the aluminum foil covered pie next to the rest of the covered food on the kitchen table. There were five other large trays on the table some better concealed that others. "When do we take the wrapping off?" Justin asked looking at Ponyboy who had just set the other dessert on the table. "Right now!" Sodapop proclaimed as he walked into the room with them, "we were waiting for y'all." "Where are the guys?" Ponyboy asked. "In the backyard," Sodapop claimed sitting down at his seat comfortably. Like clockwork Darry, Steve, and Two-Bit were scene entering the house from the backyard. "Alright, let's get shit going," Two-Bit shouted sitting at his seat accompanied by everyone else. As Sodapop went to start unwrapping the food his hand smacked away by Two-Bit and his spoon. "We need to say to say grace, where are you manners?" Two-Bit said in a deep lecturing voice. "What's the point, any prayer we make is just going to get canceled due to our present prayer breaker," Sodapop stated looking pointedly at Curly who grinned back at him. "Enough jokes," Two-Bit proclaimed dramatically, "time to get serious. Everyone bow your heads." Although reluctant, everyone did as they were told as opposed to Tosh who just opted to lie his head down on the floor. Seeing everyone was ready, Two-Bit began his wonderful sermon. "God it's Two-Bit. Yeah I know, don't hand up on me! I just wanted to say thank you for all things you've done like make me poor. I hope you continue to create more miracles like that. Amen." Two-Bit looked up to see everyone giving him exasperated looks. "What?" Two-Bit shrugged innocently. "Let's just eat," Darry grumbled. "Ready," Sodapop said with a grin on face. "Set," Ponyboy added with a similar look on his face. "Go," They both proclaimed jumping up and ripping off the wrapping of the food. The revealed the food to see a great set of food before them. Then main dishes (the food Darry prepared) the turkey and the ham, looked wonderfully cooked. The turkey looked succulent and crisp and the ham was perfectly glazed at every corner. Sodapop's food looked astounding as well. His mashed potatoes, while unnaturally brown, looked very well done. The creamy fried corn looked good as well, although it seemed to be colored a little more yellow than usual. And lastly his sweet potato casserole was looking great however it was more orange than it should normally be. "Food coloring?" Ponyboy questioned looking over at his brother. "Of course," Sodapop answered putting a number of things on his plate, "had to go with the Thanksgiving colors." "Where's the stuffing," Two-Bit complained, "it's not Thanksgiving without stuffing." "It's not Thanksgiving without a turkey," Sodapop corrected, "and we did stuffing three times in a row the last three years, it was time to mix things up." "Are we keeping you from having Thanksgiving at your place Justin?" Ponyboy asked concerned that he was ruining someone else's holiday. "You're just asking that now," Curly snorted taking a slab of ham with his bare hands. Ponyboy chose to ignore his boyfriend setting down some food for Tosh while waiting for an answer from Justin who had an anxious look on his face. "Well…you see-" At the moment the doorbell rang echoing through the house. Ponyboy, seeing as how everyone was into the food decided to get the door. Unseen by everyone except Curly, Justin let out a sigh of relief. 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