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.
… (General POV) "You're weird," Curly declared suddenly. He'd been staring at Ponyboy ever since he came in his room and only now said something to him. Ponyboy looked up from his English book he was reading to shoot his lover, that happened to be sitting across from him, a confused look. "Uh thanks?" Ponyboy said wondering if he should take that as a compliment or an insult. "You're really weird," Curly repeated ignoring what Ponyboy said giving him a look that was a combination of amazed and confused. "You, your brothers, and your gang are just so fucking weird." Ponyboy was still confused for about one more minute until he realized why Curly kept repeating the same thing. "You're still not over the whole initiation thing are you?" Ponyboy guessed with a chuckle setting his book on the desk beside them. "How could I not still be on it?" Curly demanded with a scoff, "it didn't make any damn sense, none." "Yes it did," Ponyboy protested, "it made perfect sense." Curly just raised an eyebrow at him. "Really? You think that tricking someone into stealing something from some rich bastard who thinks he's king of the world right from under the noses of god knows how many cops and running back to your house makes sense?" Curly ranted, panting because he said all of that in one breath. Ponyboy blinked at him, taking a second to think about all of what Curly said before he finally responded. "Of course it does," Ponyboy said undeterred by Curly's shocked expression, "it was a gang initiation test. What did you expect?" "Yeah, yeah, you told me before what that was supposed to be," Curly replied with a roll of his eyes, "but that doesn't make it any less strange." Ponyboy was pouting now seemingly looking as if Curly was hurting him with his words. Much to his own irritation he decided to drop that part of his complaint, for now. "So, I'm apart of you gang now?" Curly questioned remembering the one other thing Ponyboy told him yesterday. "Technically no," Ponyboy informed the curly haired hood his pouting instantly dropping from his face, "you're on trial to join our gang." "What?" Curly said his furrowing his brow. Ponyboy struggled to find the right words to describe Curly's situation with the gang right now, it wasn't the simplest thing to describe. "You're kind of on the waiting list," Ponyboy proclaimed with an eager smile, "meaning you're not a part of the gang now but you could be." "Oh great, that's just what I've always wanted to be a part of your lame ass gang," Curly said sarcastically. Ponyboy hit Curly in the shoulder not looking angry per se but feeling that the curly haired hood needed to be knocked down at peg. Curly eyed where he was hit whipping off that section of his body casually before turning his eyes to Ponyboy again. "Is that how you were able to come over my place?" Curly guessed assuming that his brothers knew he was here. Ponyboy blushed looking down at his book once again. "Um, sure," Ponyboy replied quietly focusing on his reading now. Curly's eyes widened a slight margin before he smirked over at Ponyboy, which the young greaser could indeed feel (if the goosebumps on his neck were anything to go by). "They don't know you're here do they?" Curly said knowingly, "you lied and told them you were at someone else's place didn't you." "They did say we could be around each other more," Ponyboy blurted out looking up from his book, "but just not that long privately so I-" "Made up some story so you could be with me," Curly finished for him. He putting a hand on his heart and mockingly said, "I'm touched you would do that for me." "Shut up," Ponyboy cried out, "and I didn't lie, I told them that I was going to study with a friend which is what we're doing, studying." Curly just gave him another smirk. "We're studying Curly," Ponyboy told him with emphasis holding his book up and gesturing to the book in the curly haired hoods hand as well. Curly looked down at the object in his hand before throwing it away like a hot potato. Slowly, he stood up, walking over to where Ponyboy was sitting. "Curly no," Ponyboy protested with a slight whine in his voice. "Studying usually takes a while with you, you're not a high grade maker for nothing, so your brothers probably think you're going to be out for a while." Curly said perceptively. As Curly moved to stand above him Ponyboy moved up from his seat holding his open book in front of himself like a shield. "No Curly, we are not doing anything in here," Ponyboy ordered weakly, "I came over to study and that's it." "Or really," Curly said with a sly smirk making it onto his face as approached his smaller lover step by step, "and what if I say different." For every step Curly made Ponyboy made another, walking backwards and away his hood who was enjoying this far too much. Unfortunately, for the young greaser, he was so busy keeping his eyes on Curly that he wasn't paying attention to his own movements. He moved back so far that the back of his knees hit Curly's bed causing him to fall onto the bed. Ponyboy had no time collect himself as Curly practically jumped on top of him, his body towering above him. "W-What happened t-to your shirt?" Ponyboy stammered noticing that Curly's white t-shirt had mysteriously disappeared. "I'm a fast worker," Curly replied simply eyeing Ponyboy like he was going to be his next meal, which was probably true. Slowly, Curly moved his head to Ponyboy's neck kissing and biting all of the sections that made the young greaser wither in pleasure. "Oh god," Ponyboy breathed dropping his book and clutching onto Curly's back still feeling reluctant about this. "Will you let me have you?" Curly asked while still kissing Ponyboy's neck, "and I mean really have you?" Ponyboy had dreamed of this moment, the moment when Curly wouldn't offer to fuck him but make love to him. He wanted this more than anything in the world, and let go of his previous doubts because of this. "Yes," Ponyboy replied looking directly into Curly's eyes when he stopped his assault on his neck, "I want this so badly Curly." "Me to babe," Curly murmured moving back down and kissing Ponyboy sweetly, nudging his lips open with his tongue. Ponyboy's hands moved so they could caress Curly's refined upper body with his gentle fingers. Curly moaned lowly at the touch kissing Ponyboy even fiercer than before. Flipping both of them over, but not breaking their kiss, Curly started to tug at Ponyboy's shirt impatiently. "Take it off," Curly murmured into the young greaser's mouth. Without delay, Ponyboy leaned upwards and striped himself of his shirt before going back down to Curly's lips. The young greaser had always been insecure about his body but he was distracting himself with Curly's mouth. Curly loved the position they were in, he was free to move his hands all over his lovers soft skin anything without blocking him. He ran his fingers down Ponyboy's smooth skin grabbing at his ass roughly. "You never were patient when it came to stripping were you?" Ponyboy panted into Curly's lip fighting off how nervous he was. "They have no reason to exist in bed," Curly grumbled moving to fight Ponyboy's tongue with his own. Playfully moving out the reach of Curly's lips, Ponyboy stood up so he was standing above Curly. "Let me do it," Ponyboy suggested gently. Carefully, he stripped Curly of his pants and slowly worked off his boxers. Ponyboy let out a silent breath staring slightly at Curly's manhood. He couldn't help but feel intimated, seeing Curly in all his glory. Ponyboy could never hope to look as great as Curly did, despite all his scars and marks he looked beautiful to him. He wanted to feel every single blemish on Curly's body. "I looked better than you remember don't I?" Curly said with a smug smirk. Ponyboy shyly looked down as he slipped off his belt and slowly took off his pants and boxers as well. "Sure, a lot better than me that's for sure," Ponyboy mumbled to himself, or at least what he thought was to himself. Before he could blink an eye, Ponyboy found himself thrown to the front of the bed, his jeans and boxers were now off. Curly was once again towering over him staring down at him with a dark look in his eyes that froze him were he lay. He couldn't ever bring himself to care about the fact that their naked bodies were literally hugging each other. "Don't do that," Curly commented quietly. "Do what?" Ponyboy replied softly. "Don't ever compare yourself to me and say something stupid like that again," Curly ordered though his voice was still low. Ponyboy gulped in fright even though he knew that Curly would never seriously hurt him. "I just…" He yelped, screaming in shock as Curly's finger entered his tight opening with a single finger. "Curly…" "Relax for me," was all Curly said to him not stopping his ministrations. He kept his movements slow as he rubbed his finger inside of Ponyboy's body. Slowly, he inched it back and forth until he added another alongside his first finger. Seeing Ponyboy writhe and moan in pleasure at his hands made Curly want to drag this out for hours on end but his mind and erection were telling him others things. Ponyboy groaned in protest when he felt Curly slip out of him looking over at him pleadingly. He silenced himself as he suddenly saw Curly with a tube of lube and condoms. "Let me do it," Ponyboy said softly sitting up and grabbing both the items out of Curly's hands. Curly raised an eyebrow at him but didn't stop him. They lips met each other once again in a kiss, chasing each other with their tongues, their bodies gently rubbed against each other's in a rhythm you would think they practiced. Popping open the top of the lube, Ponyboy smeared it on Curly's right hand. Not breaking their kiss, Curly moved his fingers to the young greaser's ass once again and started to finger him open. Curly was relishing in Ponyboy's moan until he was letting out similar sounds as he felt Ponyboy's warm fingers encircling his cock, slipping the condom on him and stroking him up and down in a rough pace that he loved. They moaned into each other's mouths, their passion rolling off each other in spades never wanting it to stop. Curly couldn't resist as Ponyboy pulled himself up a bit and pushed him down. The curly haired hood moved so that he was lying down on the bed and Ponyboy was above his cock. Curly, and to some extent Ponyboy himself, were startled as the young greaser plunged down on the member he was towering over. As Ponyboy set a very slow pace Curly could feel his muscle clenching on him tightly, sending him pleasure through his body. Carefully he grabbed Ponyboy's thighs and helped him move himself on him. "Uh, Curly is this okay?" Ponyboy groaned in question. With every passing second he increased the pressure of his body on Curly's cock. He grabbed said curly haired hoods chest for leverage squeezing it slightly. Curly let out a chuckle as he ran his hands down Ponyboy's thighs. Even during sex Ponyboy could make him laugh about something. "This is more than okay," Curly reassured him looking up at him with heated eyes slapping him on the ass for good measure, "keep it up cowboy." Ponyboy smiled down at his lover and bounced himself down on him much faster than before. He did everything he could to make this extremely pleasurable, even as Curly found that special spot within him and kept sending him to heaven as he focused on thrusting into that part of him. Curly could feel his orgasm calling to him longingly, it demanded to be heard and wouldn't take no for an answer. Well, he gladly answered the call, his pleasure flowing out of his body like a river. He could feel Ponyboy moaning along with him as they happily shared their orgasm high together. Giving a few more weak thrust within Ponyboy, Curly pulled the young greaser off him allowing Ponyboy to fall into his arms. Ponyboy had his eyes closed in pure bliss as he snuggled into Curly's open arms laying his head onto his chest. After a while Ponyboy looked up into Curly's eyes who had been staring at him. He gently pecked Curly on the lips. In response, Curly did the exact same thing with half lidded eyes. Then their lips met each other at the same time. That's all the conversation they both had with one another before they both fell asleep. …... Curly woke up not too long after they shut their eyes. He was never one for sleeping during the day. Besides, somebody had to be up to remind Ponyboy to go back home before curfew (because it was obvious Ponyboy wasn't going to remember). Stretching himself out of bed he picked up his pair of boxers and pants on the floor and put them on. Silently, Curly looked down at the sleeping greaser on his bed observing him with a slight smile on his face. It was hard to believe that Ponyboy could in any way, shape, or form look even more innocent than he does normally. However, when he's sleeping he seems to be imitating a baby with the small kicks of his feet, his smalls breathes, and even the way he wrinkles his nose. Curly was glad he had about an hour to enjoy this moment until Ponyboy had to go back home (of course he would never say this verbally). Hearing the pitter patter of rain, Curly looked out his window see it drizzling somewhat outside. The wind was whistling as the clouds darkened the sky. It wasn't to terrible outside but not anything you would take your kids out to play in. Curly decided that he wanted to get something to eat. He wasn't leaving the house, he didn't want to leave his room (Why would he?), and he certainly didn't want to talk to anyone here so the only thing to do was find something to eat. As he walked to the kitchen he figured he might as well get something for Ponyboy to be nice. Yes, he can be nice when he wants to be and to certain people and by certain people he means one person. "I heard both of you." Curly looked up from what he was doing as the familiar voice of his brother was heard in the doorway of the kitchen. Tim stood in the front of the door looking as stoic as usual. His eyes were blank even as he stared down at his younger brother as he gathered food. "What?" Curly questioned his hands almost full of snacks and treats. "I heard both of you," Tim repeated briefly folding his arms in front of his own chest, "you're lucky nobody else is here right now." Curly simply grunted in response clearly trying not to have a conversation at the moment (especially this particular one with his brother). "Thank for telling me that," Curly replied bolding walking past his older brother and up the stairs. For a brief second Curly thought he was in the clear, until his brother started following right behind him. He wasn't going to let this go so easily. Huffing under his breath, Curly quickly popped into his room, deposited his snacks by his bed, and came back to face his older brother. Sure enough, Tim was standing right in front of his room looking not to thrilled that he had to wait for Curly. "Alright, go ahead," Curly sighed throwing his hand out expectantly. Tim raised an eyebrow at him. "Give me your speech about how stupid it is for me to be with the Ponyboy," Curly declared bitterly leaning on the wall behind him, "and how he's too good for me and he's too nice and all that other shit." Tim, despite Curly's little speech, just stared at his young brother. Whether he was angry or shocked Curly couldn't tell (he was horrible at reading his brother's expressions) but hedefinitely got his attention. "Well…he's certainly made you more mouthy," Time said after a while his eyes still analyzing him, "if only you would back it up." Curly immediately snorted. "I'm not going to apologize for who I'm dating, that's my own fucking business, it doesn't matter what anyone thinks." "Shepard's don't apologize for anything," Tim said agreeing with his brother strangely. The elder Shepard brother went to his room for a brief second before walking back and throwing something at Curly. Curly caught it by reflex holding whatever it was carefully in his arms. He looked down to see it was a familiar box, one that he could say belonged to him a while ago if his memory was acting right. "Congratulations on not being a punk anymore," Tim announced and Curly could have sworn he saw something like a content smile on his face before he slammed the door to his room shut. Curly furrowed his brow looking like he wanted to find out personally what his brother was talking about until he vaguely heard Ponyboy stirring in his room. He pushed all of the thoughts of his brother into the back of his head, right now he had a lover to entertain. The curly haired hood entered his room to find Ponyboy stretching and reaching for some of the snacks he laid by the bed. "Fatass," Curly snorted walking into the room and closing it behind him, "you woke up because you smelled food?" "Shut up," Ponyboy replied throwing a bag of chips at Curly's head , "I'm starving." "Had a feeling you would be," Curly told him lying next to him on the bed setting the box his brother gave him down on the floor. Ponyboy was a peacefully dipping some celery into some peanut butter when he felt eyes on him. Curly was staring at him with a serious but semi-happy expression on his face. "What?" Ponyboy said curiously. Curly just shook his head snatching the peanut butter cover celery out of his hands and taking a bit out of it. "Hey, that's mine," Ponyboy protested reaching over for it. "Finders keepers," Curly told him smugly chomping happily on his food. "You didn't find anything you jerk," Ponyboy argued, "now give it back!" "Make me," Curly taunted rolling away from him on the bed. And so the two lovers fought the battle of all battles, over celery. …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. 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