Wild Ride | By : JessieMundaiFan Category: M through R > The Outsiders Views: 5197 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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… (General POV) Curly's eyes shut in pure bliss as the head of his arousal was licked up and down its sides. He held onto the sides of the bathroom stall he was in tightly as he thrust his cock in and out of the anxious mouth. As the curly haired hood noticed the green eyed boy below him starting to slide his mouth slowly on him and teasingly, Curly banged the boy's head on the side of stall. "Hurry up," Curly snarled keeping the boys head on him despite the pained look in his eyes, "I don't have all day." With a slightly frightened moan, the green eyed boy continued his quest sucking off Curly in time with every thrust of his head. Then, with a mighty moan, Curly came into the boy's mouth holding the boys head on his arousal until every drop was entered into his mouth before letting go. "Thanks kid," Curly sighed in relief zipping up his pants and stepping out of the bathroom stall. He had been hankering for a blow job all day and he couldn't find his regular toy anywhere around the school. "My name is Thomas," the green eyed freckled boy said whipping his mouth off with his shirt sleeve. "I didn't ask your name," Curly snickered not even looking back at the other teen as he grabbed his backpack and exited the bathroom. The hall he walked into was a busy as it normally was. Kids were running around playfully, getting their books from their lockers, and making small talk with each other. It was a nice and peaceful day, and Curly hated it. If there was one thing Curly Shepard hated was order and stability. How fun could life possibly be if everything was safe and normal, it's like being in a relationship. How exciting could it be to be with only one person? Curly truly pitied people who answered positively to that question. "Hey Curly!" The hood turned around to see the familiar face of Adam Wright, a greaser in him and his brother's gang. Adam was probably the closest thing Curly had to a friend in his gang due to Adan making an effort to talk to him and include him in things like parties, nights out, and things of that nature. "What is it Wright?" Curly asked dryly. "Where you been all day?" Adam asked with a playful grin throwing an arm around his head, "You been jerking off or something?" Curly snorted and roughly pushed the brown headed boy's arm off him. "Some of us don't have to jerk off anymore," Curly stated with a raised eyebrow. Adam held his hands up mockingly. "Well excuse me King of Pimps," Adam chuckled walking with him through the halls, "I guess Ponyboy gets you off pretty well huh?" "Who said it was Ponyboy?" Curly asked him looking genuinely curious about this. Adam furrowed his brow and looked at the hood beside him like he was crazy. He was one of the only people, or more like the only person, who knew about Curly and Ponyboy's "relationship" and that, was only because he walked in on Curly fucking Ponyboy one day when he came over the Shepard's place. "Because you're fucking each other," Adam said obviously, "and I would think that fucking someone gets you off unless you need something more than sex to reach that great promise land that is 'Cumlypus'." Curly rolled his eyes at the other hoods attempt at being funny. "I'm just saying you have a fine piece of ass waiting for you at home, why are you playing the field?" Adam questioned rationally. Adam came from a family similar to the Curtis brothers in the sense that he valued the many relationships people could have with one another and their many dimensions. That was probably the only difference between him and his greaser brethren. "What the fuck kind of question is that?" Curly snapped stopping in his tracks getting tired of the third degree already, "because I fucking can okay?" "Can what?" Ponyboy asked suddenly walking beside them with an easy smile on his face startling them both. "What the hell?" Curly growled out of being scared, "you don't just sneak up on people like that you damn idiot." Ponyboy winced at the insult but shrugged it off as nothing. "Sorry Curly," Ponyboy apologized wholeheartedly, "I didn't mean scare you like that. It's just that you were yelling right by my locker." Upon retrospect, Curly realized that he shouldn't have spoken so rudely out of anger but he wasn't about to apologize. Curly Shepard doesn't apologize for anything. Luckily Adam was there to clear the tense air. "Don't worry about it Ponyhottie," Adam grinned walking over to the shorter greaser and whispering in his ear, "Curly just a little sacredly cat that's all." Hearing Ponyboy chuckle at whatever the brown haired hood was saying caused an uncomfortable twitch in Curly's body to arise. He didn't like seeing those two so close but he couldn't really explain why. He just knew that it had to end. Rudely, Curly yanked Ponyboy away from Adam pushing him a little ways away into the hall. Both Ponyboy and Adam looked completely lost at this. "Don't you have a class to go to," Curly told him dryly, "don't want to fail and make your big brothers angry." Mistaking the mocking tone in the curly haired hoods voice as genuine concern (at least by Curly standards), Ponyboy nodded in agreement. "Um sure," Ponyboy told looking from Curly to Adam, "I guess I'll see you guys later?" Adam nodded enthusiastically while Curly just stared stoically. Turning in the direction of his next class, Ponyboy let out a very girly squeal as his butt was smacked. "See ya later hot stuff," The young greaser heard Adam say. Shaking his head at the hoods antics Ponyboy carried on to his next class. Adam had a smug smirk of satisfaction as he could practically feel Curly's glare of distain directed toward him. His friend may not act like he cares about their dear Ponyboy but he felt something for him. What? He couldn't be sure of at the moment but he was willing to find out. "Sorry Curly man, was that too far?" Adam asked shooting his friend an innocent look. Curly eyes turned stormy for a brief second before he became stoic. Crossing his arms around his chest he continued on walking. "Like I give a damn what you do with him," Curly sneered disdainfully walking fast, supposedly to his next class. Adam closed his eyes trying for all that he was worth to summon all the patience he had in him. It was just something you had to do with someone like Curly. You better stop lying to yourself or just let that poor kid go Curly, Adam thought to himself. He had seen gang Ponyboy hangs out with, all really protective of each other and if two of them being his brothers, and it definitely would not be a good idea to piss them off (especially when some of them looked built to kill). … In any normal day time would fly away as if it was nothing in English class for our green eyed greaser but today was different. Today he had Curly on the brain. He sighed pitifully to himself as he heard his teacher going and on about the latest paper he assigned the class and all of their atrocious hand writing. The man's voice slowly drained out his head until he was completely engrossed in his own thoughts. Ponyboy just couldn't understand why Curly felt he had to act the way he did. Why did he always feel like he always had to be rude or inconsiderate all the time? The young greaser knew it was an act, it had to be. These thoughts brought him back to a much simpler time, a time when they were (once again) little kids. (Flashback) "Hello! Hello!" A young five year old Ponyboy called out for his friends from school. They were playing hide and seek in the park and the little green eyed boy had yet to be found by any of the other kids. "Where did they go?" Ponyboy whimpered holding his knees close to his chest tightly, "I don't want to do this anymore." Getting a little scared of being alone for so long, Ponyboy crawled from under his hiding space in the bushes and went to find everyone else. "Hello?" Ponyboy said innocently looking around with his big green eyes to find anyone else around him. He didn't notice before but Ponyboy realized that he was in a different part of the park, one that he wasn't too familiar with. The five year old boy was completely lost. His young mind reeled as he came up with all sorts of scenarios of monsters coming up to him and gobbling him up if he stayed lost for too long ( or that's what Steve told him would happen at least). Panic almost immediately began to set in as Ponyboy's head swiped all around himself looking for something familiar to identify with but he found nothing to speak of. All that he saw around him was trees and a sidewalk. "Mommy! Daddy!" Ponyboy yelled calling out to his parents in utter fear. Tears were coming out his eyes as he ran around up the left half of the sidewalk not really knowing where he was going but just doing something. The kid jumped as his hand was suddenly grabbed from behind. Thinking it was a monster, Ponyboy screamed at the top of his lungs only to be silenced by a human hand covering his mouth. Turning around he saw at familiar curly haired boy. "It's you," Ponyboy muffled over the hand over his mouth in awe. It was the same boy that helped him with those bullies a week ago. He had looked all over for him but couldn't find him anywhere. The boy tilted his head at him curiously before taking the hand that was over Ponyboy's mouth sliding it to his hand. Ponyboy looked down at the hand that was holding his curiously but didn't make a move to remove the hand from his person. "I'm lost," Ponyboy declared hoping this boy could help him, "I'm trying to find where my mommy is but I don't know she is and…and…and-" The five year old boys panic induced rambling was cut off by the curly haired kid popping something into his mouth. Swirling it around his tongue, Ponyboy's eyes lit up at the familiar taste. "Chocolate," Ponyboy laughed loving the taste of it in his mouth as he calmly started to gobble up the treat. "Ponyboy, Ponyboy!" "Mommy," Ponyboy yelled as he heard his mother calling out of him. As he looked over to his curly haired associate, he saw the other boy smiling and waving at him as he ran under the bushes to another side of the park. "Wait," Ponyboy cried almost running over and following him. (End Flashback) "Mr. Curtis…Mr. Curtis!" "Yes!" Ponyboy squeaked as he was drawn out of his memories. He blushed as he heard the snickers of his classmates. "Did you not hear a single word I said?" Mr. Black their English teacher asked him sternly tapping his foot. "Um, yes I did sir," Ponyboy claimed nervously not liking everyone's eyes centered on him, "you were talking about our papers?" Mr. Black sighed impatiently giving Ponyboy with a stern glare. "No Ponyboy, I was talking about today's lesson," Mr. Black told the timidly smiling boy, "I think it would be best if you took a trip to the principal's office." Ponyboy's whimpered slightly amongst the increased snickering of his peers. Darry would kill him if he got in trouble for day dreaming, again. "But Mr. Black I-" "Not another word," Mr. Black ordered pointing outside of the school. Huffing, Ponyboy packed up his stuff and stomped out of the classroom forcing himself not to give his teacher the hateful look he was directing at the floor. "Hopefully I can just convince the principal to let me off with a warning," Ponyboy said to himself lowly trying to keep his spirits up as he walked the empty halls of the school to the principal. As he was turning in the direction of the principal's office he heard a strange hissing sound by the lockers. Focusing his earing even more he could also hear the vague sounds of a can being shaken. "Spray paint?" Ponyboy whispered to himself with his eyes widened. Whoever was doing that in the school was going to be in deep trouble. Turning his head around the corner he found the spray paint culprit. "Curly," Ponyboy gasped loudly in shock. The curly haired hood jumped at the sound of his voice stopping whatever he was spraying on the wall. "What the fuck?" Curly glared at him clutching his red can angrily. "W-What a-are you doing?" Ponyboy stuttered walking up beside the boy he loved looking almost hurt he would do something this ridiculous in the middle of the school day where anyone could catch him. "What the fuck does it look like I'm doing genius," Curly sneered shaking his spray can for emphasis. Ponyboy sighed and snatched the can away from him despite the hoods protests. Looking over at the wall, Ponyboy was pleased to see Curly didn't make much progress and it should be cleaned off pretty easily. "If you had to do this why would you do this now?" Ponyboy questioned, "you could get caught by anyone walking the halls." Curly rolled his eyes turning his head away from him but didn't exactly dispute the young greaser's logic. He had wanted to so this after school when everyone was gone but he had got so anxious that he couldn't help himself. Upon retrospect Curly would admit to himself that this might not have been the best idea, but he wasn't about to say it aloud, especially to the kid beside him. Ponyboy wrapped an arm around Curly's neck bringing them more closer than the curly haired greaser would like but didn't say anything despite himself. "Curly you have to be more careful with this kind of stuff," Ponyboy said concernedly, "I wouldn't want something to happen to you." "Like me," A voice said from behind them. Instinctively putting the spray can behind his back, Ponyboy looked over in dread to see the face of their principal, Mr. Finning. "Hello boys," Mr. Finning greeted with a cold smile. "Hello Principal Finning," Ponyboy greeted quietly keeping his head down while Curly just stood still being defiantly silent. In a casual manner, Principal Finning walked over to the paint sprayed wall observing it quietly. Taking one finger he swiped it over the wall and turned backed to the boys. "I see you boys were doing a little redecorating," Principal Finning raising both of his eyebrows at them. Ponyboy's heart was beating a mile a minute. He's never been in trouble with the principal before, any major trouble at least, so he was feeling a little scared at the moment. He had no clue what was going to happen to the two of them. The young greaser looked over at Curly to see him looking at their principal blankly, completely unafraid. "Cat got your tongue Mr. Shepard?" Principal Finning asked mockingly walking closer to the two of them so they were face to face, "you don't have anything to say about your latest little stunt, your usually so proud of them." "Who said I did it?" Was what Curly asked with a patronizing smirk, "There are two of us standing here you know." Ponyboy looked from Curly to Principal Finning in question wondering what was going to happen. "Oh please Mr. Shepard," Finning scoffed "you expect me to believe that you, one of the worst and most felonious students at this school, is innocent of arson while one of the brightest students in the school, Ponyboy, is guilty of said crime." Curly snarled and glared at the older man intensely while Finning just snort at his intimidation tactics. "You're getting locked up for this one Shepard, mark my-" "I-t was m-me," Ponyboy proclaimed holding up the spray can for Principal Finning to see nervously. Both Finning's and Curly's eyes widened at the young greasers declaration. Curly was especially shocked because he did not expect the green eyed boy to take the rap for him. Ponyboy could feel his heart trying to burst out of his chest right now. He really did not want to do what he just did, he really didn't, but he felt he had no choice, as soon as he heard that Curly was going to be in trouble his mouth just moved on its own. Principal Finning sighed putting a hand on Ponyboy's shoulder. "Let's go Mr. Curtis," Principal Finning said looking utterly disappointed walking the both of them to his office. Casting one last look at Curly, Ponyboy smiled at the curly haired hood. Curly just stared back at him before walking off. The young greasers smile turned bitter. Part of him had hoped that Curly would have spoken up and taken responsibility for what he had done to the school wall, but that was just naïve of him. What sense would it make for him to get Ponyboy out of trouble after he just got Curly out of trouble? That makes sense doesn't it? Both the principal and Ponyboy rushed right into the office. The principal ordered Ponyboy into his personal office while he talked to his secretary about something. Thankfully he talk with her didn't last long otherwise Ponyboy would have had a heart attack. For a while the two of them just stared at each other, Ponyboy looking at his principal nervously while Finning was giving him an analytic glance. "," Finning said making Ponyboy jump in his seat, "are you ready to tell me the truth now." "What do you mean?" Ponyboy asked looking from side to side in his anxiety. "Just admit that it was actually Mr. Shepard that was using the spray paint and I'll let you go free," Finning told him gently, "if he tries to get back at you afterwards believe me I will handle him." There was no way Ponyboy was going to admit the truth to the principal. His and Curly's relationship was already rough enough as it is and he didn't want to make it worse. "It was me, I did it not Curly," Ponyboy replied quietly looking so very obvious that he was lying. Principal Finning closed his eyes patiently before grabbing a paper from the side of his desk and writing something down. He knew good and well that Ponyboy was not the one that spray painted the wall, I mean this is the kid that almost burst into tears after he almost ran into him the first day of high school. He was simply too much of a good wholesome kid to commit such and act. However, since he doesn't have any evidence that Curly did it he can't pin it on him. "You're suspended for a week Ponyboy," Principal Finning told him sternly. The kid was luckily that was all the got. Ponyboy nodded, not exactly happy with the punishment but was just grateful that it wasn't something worse. "Your older brother was called and he should be on his way here," Finning said briefly. Ponyboy felt like sinking into the ground as soon as those words were uttered. That was definitely something worse. He jumped once again seeing as there was a loud knocking at the door. "Come in," Finning told them. The door opened, and just as Ponyboy feared, it was revealed to be his older brother Darry. The young greaser briefly thought about asking how he got their so fast but stopped himself. The less he says to piss off his brother the better. "You boys can go now," Principal Finning said ushering them out of his office, "I'll see you next week Ponyboy." Darry didn't say a word to his young brother despite looking down at him blankly. Some may think that this was an indication that Darry might not be that mad but only a fool would think that. Ponyboy knew that the blank stare was much worse than glare because the stare meant that Darry was so angry right now that what he was feeling hadn't even reached his face yet. "So, um, Darry-" "Go to the car and be quiet," Darry interrupted in a dangerous yet quiet voice walking in front of the young greaser as if he wasn't there. Ponyboy hurriedly obeyed his brother not caring that he was running through the halls at this point. The young greaser didn't notice as he passed a familiar curly haired greaser on his way out leaning on the side of a wall casually. As Curly watched Ponyboy leave he couldn't help as yet another foreign emotion came over him. He supposed that he should feel bad for getting the young greaser in trouble but it wasn't his fault, right? Ponyboy did that of his own accord. 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