Wild Ride | By : JessieMundaiFan Category: M through R > The Outsiders Views: 5197 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Disclaimer: The Outsiders is owned by S.E. Hinton I own nothing.
… (Brief Recap) Curly turned his head in that direction and was visually shocked to find Ponyboy standing in the door way shyly. "Hi Curly," Ponyboy greeted quietly looking back and forth at Adam, who had an ecstatic look on his face and Curly. Curly, so caught up in disbelief and slight happiness could only utter one thing in response. "How did y'all get in my house?" (End Recap) (General POV) Ponyboy winced at the loudness of Curly's voice and gave Adam a disapproving look. "I told you shouldn't have made me come this early," Ponyboy told him before giving Curly an apologetic look, "I'm sorry, I know this is sudden I'll just leave." "No!" Curly protested as he saw Ponyboy getting ready to leave. "I didn't mean that I don't, you know, want you here. It's just that…uh…" Curly for some reason found himself losing his train of thought. He couldn't understand why he was suddenly clamming up in Ponyboy's presence but he hoped that it didn't last that much longer. "Oh," Ponyboy came back into the room with a polite smile on his face, "do want to still want to talk to me then?" "Of course he does," Adam proclaimed answering for his friend. Swiftly he grabbed Ponyboy and pushed him into Curly, "you both have a lot to talk about." "Adam?" Curly said while looking down to Ponyboy's blushing face and relishing how close they were. "Yes?" Adam asked curiously. "Leave now" Curly commanded still not taking his eyes off Ponyboy. Adam, with a disappointed pout, did what was asked of him and moved to the door and taking one last look at the two of them. For a moment the two of them thought he was going to tease them but what he said sounded surprisingly gentle. "You two look really good together," Adam told him with a nod before closing the door behind himself. Once again, Curly found himself shocked (this kind of thing shouldn't happen first thing in the morning) he didn't know Adam had it in him to be that way. You could almost say that Curly was touched, almost. Both Curly and Ponyboy stood with each other in silence, both waiting for the other to speak. As much as the two of them wanted to be alone with each other they were still too shy to make that first leap. "So, um, did you sleep well?" Curly asked hesitantly before he installing wanted to hit himself in the head for asking such a stupid question. I'm really losing it, Curly thought to himself. "I was sleeping well until Adam woke me up," Ponyboy sighed in amusement, "I still don't know how he didn't wake up my brothers." "Really? You don't care how he got in?" Curly found himself saying jokingly. "I think you could worry about that for the both of us," Ponyboy chuckled putting his arms on Curly's shoulders gripping them in a tight but not hurting manner. Curly looked down questionably at the hands on him with a raised eyebrow. He was never one to for touching. "Sorry," Ponyboy apologized meekly with a blush, "it's just that I like touching you?" "Not like that," Ponyboy quickly protested at Curly's smirk, "I just mean touching not touching, get it?" "Yeah, I get it, because that made so much sense," Curly nodded mockingly. Ponyboy smacked him on the arm pouting at being made fun of. It had only been a couple days but Curly could admit to himself that he missed this, the joking, the talks, and the touches. Being around Ponyboy was giving him pleasures that's he's never experienced before, now if only he could get Ponyboy into bed and get some other kind of pleasures. Stop it! The curly haired hood hated his brain sometimes, it always randomly went to parts unknown. "What are you thinking about?" Curly was snapped out of his thoughts as Ponyboy wrapped his arms around his neck bringing their lips inches away from each other's, not that Ponyboy was paying any attention to that right now. Curly couldn't help but look down at Ponyboy lips, due to the close proximity of them. They look so full and inviting. Curly just wanted to- "Oh shit," Curly groaned covering up his mouth and backing up slowly towards the door. "Just sit tight, I"ll be back." Ignoring Ponyboy's clueless look, Curly ran to the bathroom slamming the door behind him. "Stupid Adam, stupid Adam, stupid Adam," Curly kept chanting to himself as he scrounged around for his toothbrush and toothpaste, or at least hoping they were here. He cursed his friends name once again for getting him up so early before he could get himself together, he didn't brush his teeth, comb his hair, or put on any deodorant. "What am I doing?" Curly groaned as he brush his teeth rapidly, "When did I turn into such a girl?" Only Ponyboy could make him act to ridiculous, so completely and totally out of his normal character. "I hate relationships!" Curly shouted as he tried to find a comb and a stick of deodorant for him to use. After about ten minutes of scrounging around the bathroom cabinets, putting on the deodorant he found, and finally finding a comb, Curly emerged from the bathroom still combing his hair as he went to his room. He came back to his room to find Ponyboy sitting in his chair reading one of the books on his counter. Hearing the hood's entrance, Ponyboy looked up looking quite pleased. "I didn't know you read these kinds of books Curly," Ponyboy stated amusedly, "actually, I didn't you did any recreational reading." "I don't," Curly huffed taking the book out of Ponyboy's hand and setting it back on his desk, "I don't even know where it came from." Ponyboy was quite curious to see Curly ruffling through his hair trying to tame it with his comb. The young greaser grabbed the comb from his hands. "Why are you doing to your awesome messy locs?" Ponyboy asked him, "Your hairs fine the way it is." "I know that," Curly snapped feeling embarrassed that Ponyboy was telling him this like it was some kind of after school special, "I just wanted fix it up a little." "For me," Ponyboy answered for the curly haired hood. Scoffing, and trying to hide his blush, Curly walked away from Ponyboy over to his bed and flopped down on it. "Smug little thing aren't you?" Curly mocked folding his arms in what he told himself in a nonchildish way. He was obviously frustrated at being caught in the act of actually caring about his appearance. Sighing, Ponyboy sat down next to Curly on the bed and laid his head on the curly haired hoods shoulder. Silently he just stared up at Curly urging him to just relax himself. "I love your hair," Ponyboy said out of the blue. Curly couldn't help but snort. "Good for you." Ponyboy smiled and kissed Curly lightly on the lips. The action caused Curly to lose all his frustrations as he wrapped his arms around the young greaser as Ponyboy wrapped his arms around his neck. Curly put his tongue in his mouth and was surprised to see feel Ponyboy suck on it, he's never been that bold before. Ponyboy moaned happily as Curly ran his hands down his back and grazing his behind. Slowly, Curly moved them to lie on the bed. Much to Curly's pleasure, Ponyboy allowed this moving so Curly could hover over him. As Curly moved to his neck bites and kisses, Ponyboy ran his hand through his the hoods untamable hair loving the feeling of on his fingers. Curly grinned into Ponyboy's neck every time he felt him jump with every action he gave. Ponyboy let out a combination of a laugh and a moan as Curly licked around his neck teasingly. "Curly," Ponyboy moaned sounding frustrated with him playing around. Curly was beyond excited, in more ways than one. It's been so long since he's had sex and he thinks he's overdue, especially with Ponyboy. As much trash that he talked to Ponyboy before this whole Bruce thing came along, sex with the young greaser was always the best sex he's ever had. All of Ponyboy's moans, groans, and tightness could always keep him going for hours upon hours. He simply couldn't wait to taste the young greaser again. Carefully, Curly moved his hands to his and Ponyboy's jeans. He was being hesitant because he didn't want Ponyboy to stop them in the middle of everything. He was pleased to find that Ponyboy wasn't making a move to stop him. So, as he kissed Ponyboy's neck again, Curly started to ease their jeans off. Then Curly stomach started to grumble. This caused both parties to freeze with what they were doing. "Was that your stomach?" Ponyboy questioned looking up at the hood on top of him. "Ignore it," Curly told him with a hint of a growl in his voice. However, as he tried to get their jeans off his stomach grumble again. "You must be really hungry," Ponyboy chuckled rolling from underneath him and standing up, "I know this great place that makes the best breakfasts." "What? No, I'm not hungry," Curly argued. He was so closing to getting some! "Don't be silly," Ponyboy said pulling Curly up by his arms and walking them out of the room, "besides we still didn't talk yet." Curly growled as he knew that he was pretty much helpless at this point. He looked down at his stomach angrily for a minute before actually punching it. "Dammit," Curly winced realizing that hitting yourself wasn't the best idea. "Hey, leave your stomach alone, it didn't do anything wrong," Ponyboy protested watching Curly from the corner of his eyes. "I was about to score!" "No you weren't." … So yes, Curly was dragged to a breakfast serving restaurant (which he had never even heard of before) completely against his will. He could not believe what just happened, he didn't even want to believe what just happened. "This is stupid," Curly said muffled by the food he was practically shoving into his mouth, "I'm not even hungry." "That much is obvious," Ponyboy told him sarcastically while he took normal bites of his own meal. Curly was startled out of his inhuman food consumption as a bowl of fruit was place near his plate. "What the hell is this?" Curly pointed at the bowl with his fork like it was some kind of foreign object. "Fruit?" Ponyboy grinned sipping on his orange juice, "eat some their good for you." Curly grunted, pushing the bowl away and continued on with devouring his eggs, bacon, and sausage. "You can't just eat greased up food, you need something healthy," Ponyboy lectured pushing the bowl back to him. It didn't escape Ponyboy that he was acting very much like his older brothers with the eating healthy thing, but he chose to put that aside for the moment. Curly snorted once again pushing the bowl away. "Look woman, stop nagging me. Men don't need to watch their weight and eat healthy, we need meat!" "Woman?" Ponyboy raised an eyebrow at him, "Who are you calling a woman?" "I don't see any man food on your plate?" Curly muffled through his chewing. Ponyboy looked down onto his plate full of waffles and back at Curly. Huffing, the young greaser switched their plates around. "Hey," Curly protested. "I just want to try some man food," Ponyboy mocked taking his fork and knife and starting to consume his new meal. If Curly was the type of pout he would he done so now, but sadly he isn't. He just narrowed his eyes at the innocent looking Ponyboy who seemed to be ignoring him. "Can you at least pass me the syrup," Curly huffed reaching for said dispenser. "Man food doesn't require condiments," Ponyboy mocked taking another bit of sausage and pushing the syrup away from Curly. Curly glared at the young greaser nonetheless, he didn't need condiments to eat. Both of them sat and ate their meals in a comfortable silence, though they were still giving one another teasing looks. They left the restaurant and paid with for their food with absolutely no problems. However, both were stumped at the moment what to do. "We need a car," Curly announced suddenly as they began to walk out of the parking a lot and stopping entirely. Ponyboy shot the curly haired hood an amused look. "And how are we supposed to get one? Just wish for it?" "Why would we do that when have at least ten to choose from?" Curly gestured to the parking lot they were. "Oh Curly no," Ponyboy chided walking back to him as Curly scooped out the cars more thoroughly. "Red, black or blue?" Curly asked him looking at three cars in particular and also keeping an eye out to see if anyone's watching. "Blue, but that doesn't matter because you can't steal that car," Ponyboy protested getting irritated that he was pretty much being ignored. "Blue it is," Curly grinned walking over to said car and easily opening it and hotwiring the engine. "Curly," Ponyboy said warningly before he noticed someone walking up the sidewalk. Reluctantly, the young greaser got in the passenger's side of the car which apparently gave Curly permission to speed down the street. "Stop laughing," Ponyboy gasped as he caught Curly snickering over at him, "this isn't funny Curly." "Sure it is," Curly grinned, "you should see your face, you look all panicky." "Because I am panicky," Ponyboy proclaimed, "I mean, we did just steal a car. What if we get caught?" "We're not going to get caught," Curly reassured him, "I never get caught when I do stuff like this." Ponyboy just gave Curly a dry look. "Okay, I never get caught stealing cars this early in the morning and when I'm paying attention," Curly corrected himself, "besides this time is different from the others." "Why's that?" Ponyboy questioned curiously. Curly briefly looked at Ponyboy before focusing his gaze away. "Because, now I actually have a reason not to get caught." Ponyboy felt a wave a shock rush over him before a gleeful smile appeared on his face. He knew that it took a lot for a tough guy like Curly to say something like that. "Thanks Curly," Ponyboy said before kissing him on the cheek. "Oh come on, don't do that when I'm driving," Curly complained trying to fight the blush off his cheeks. Ponyboy let out a small laugh before lying his head comfortably down on his headrest. He closed his eyes in blissful content, enjoying the moment at hand. For a minute, Curly thought Ponyboy had gone to sleep, they'd been driving around for the past twenty minutes and he hasn't made a sound. "Curly?" Ponyboy called out suddenly almost making said curly haired hood jump in his seat. "What?" Curly asked using the same soft tone Ponyboy was using to address him. "Do you remember why we out?" Ponyboy questioned. Why they went out? As a matter of fact Curly couldn't remember they reason why. He honestly didn't think they had a reason for going out until Ponyboy mentioned it just now. "I couldn't either," Ponyboy responded with his eyes still closed but with a smile on his face, "until a couple seconds ago." "Why do you think we forgot so quickly?" Ponyboy sounding if he already knew the answer, "Do know how to explain it?" "I don't know," Curly shrugged awkwardly searching for a place to park the car. The curly haired hood found a nice abandoned parking lot to stop at which he did, he figured talking with Ponyboy would take up pretty much all this attention. "It's because we just got caught up I guess," Curly was scratching his head trying to find the right words. Ponyboy chuckled silently in his seat making the curly haired hood wonder where this was going. "It's because we got caught up," Ponyboy revealed to him, "we got caught up in being with each other." "Oh," Curly really didn't know what to say to that. "Sodapop always told me about this, about moments when you're so…involved with someone that literally everything else in your life fades away," Ponyboy refrained from using the word love because he didn't want to alienate Curly. "We were supposed to discuss that little curly haired boy," Ponyboy announced. Curly was silently cursing that little boy. He had completely forgotten about that annoying little brat. He and Bruce just would not stop taunting him, maybe they could be the same person after all. Impulsively, Curly reached over and kissed Ponyboy hard on the lips. He separated from the young greaser before he could react. Ponyboy opened his eyes raising an amused eyebrow at Curly. "Curly…" "I had to get one more in just before you dumped me okay!" Curly snapped determined to look away from the young greaser. Curly didn't know what was happening right now. Both his mind and his mouth were working without his permission. He's never felt so insecure in his life. He was perfectly fine before but now that the prospect of losing Ponyboy was actually staring him in the face, he was acting on impulses to get him by. "Curly…" "Look, if you have to dump me just don't go with that Bruce asshole okay," Curly demanded, "he's is just a-" "Curly! I don't care about the curly haired boy!" Ponyboy shouted. "…What?" Curly finally turned to look over to see Ponyboy giving him a serene look. "I already had the idea in my head," Ponyboy confessed gently, "but being with you this morning made me realize how much I love spending time with you." Curly could feel himself sweat at the use of that familiar four letter word. However, he still couldn't stop himself from feeling excited. "I want you Curly," Ponyboy said taking off his seatbelt and wrapping his arms around Curly, "you're the only one that can make me feel the way I do now." For once, Curly couldn't think of anything sarcastic or stinging to say. He was just so enthralled by Ponyboy's confession he did the only thing he felt he could do. Bringing his hands around Ponyboy's waist he brought the two of them closer together and kissed him with every single strand of passion in his body. …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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