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Wild Ride	By : JessieMundaiFan Category: M through R > The Outsiders Views: 5558 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: The Outsiders is owned by S.E. Hinton I own nothing.
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(General POV)
"Soda."
"No."
"Soda."
"No."
"Oh come on," Ponyboy whined from his place on the bed watching his older brother get ready for work.
"You know what I want," Sodapop told him as he tried to pick out some good socks out of his dresser drawer.
"But that's not fair," Ponyboy declared angrily, "How am I supposed to convince Darry to let me go to Adam's party without you?"
Sodapop closed his drawer trying on the socks he picked out and properly buttoning up his uniform shirt.
"Then tell me what I want to know," Sodapop told him with a mask of indifference.
Ponyboy's eyes started to water.
It had been a week since Ponyboy blurted out his little secret to everyone but Darry and Sodapop was still badgering him about it. It might have been easier if Sodapop had been acting a little more calmly like Johnny did, but Sodapop was no Johnny.
He had been waiting for Ponyboy to get out in the dating world and eventually start having sex. Why? Ponyboy couldn't tell you, but he knew that Sodapop wanted every single specific detail about the person he slept with, how was it for him, and how long were you doing it for. He pretty much wanted Ponyboy to write a book on his sexual experiences.
"Don't even start," Sodapop warned hearing his sniffling.
Letting a few tears fall, Ponyboy buried his head into a pillow on the bed letting out loud sniveling loudly.
Sodapop could feel his resolve fading. His little brother knew he was a sucker for anyone that cries, and he used that to his advantage from time to time against him. To be fair though, Sodapop's favorite trick to make Ponyboy do things he wants him to is usually by laying on guilt trips constantly.
Ponyboy stood up suddenly from the bed. With his eyes red and puffy, Ponyboy walked past his brother toward the door.
"I'll just do it myself," Ponyboy said quietly looking up at his brother like he just ran over his dog.
Sodapop's resolve broke completely as he ran in front of his brother, hands on his shoulders and a comforting smile on his face.
"Okay, okay, you don't have to tell me everything but you have to tell me something," Sodapop compromised.
Ponyboy nodded whipping away his tears with his shirt sleeve. Through his sleeve he allowed himself to show off the smirk he was concealing.
It's a good thing I learned how to cry on demand when I was young, Ponyboy thought to himself gleefully.
The young greaser then told his older brother the equivalent of what he told Johnny before, just how their relationship was at the moment and what he felt for the guy ( but this time Ponyboy learned from his mistake and left out Curly' s feelings).
"It's good to see my little brother in love," Sodapop teased pinching his little brother's cheeks and cooing at him.
"Stop it," Ponyboy protested smacking his hands away rubbing his cheeks.
"But you know what to do if he gets out of line right?" Sodapop told him seriously as he sobered up.
Ponyboy could already see the protective glint in his brother's eyes. The young greaser knew that both of his brothers would do anything for him and he was immensely grateful for that. If somebody hurt him he knew both of them would in the streets looking for blood until they found justice for hurting their little brother.
"Let you and Darry handle the rest," Ponyboy nodded reassuringly and smiling fondly, "and I'll tell him that story about how you took on twenty Socs and came out of it without a single scratch on you."
"That's my boy," Sodapop ruffled Ponyboy's hair with a grin, "and tell him that other story about that time Darry got so pissed off he flipped over a truck with his bare hands."
Ponyboy shook his head chuckling to himself. "I don't want to scare him off."
"If that scares him off then he's a wimp," Sodapop snorted, "I've heard worse stories."
The young greaser just then looked over at the clock in the room and jumped up. He was supposed to be at Curly's by now.
"I have to go," Ponyboy said to his brother moving toward the door again, "we can talk to Darry tonight."
"Alright," Sodapop agreed before furrowing his brow, "Where are you going in such a rush anyway."
Ponyboy was practically out of the door only peaking his head in to speak. He really didn't want to keep Curly waiting but he couldn't just leave Sodapop curious.
"I have to meet a friend at his house," Ponyboy informed him with somewhat of a casual shrug, "he wants to talk to me about something that's all."
…
"So fucking tight," Curly growled against Ponyboy's ear.
Curly found it sexy how Ponyboy would cry out once in pleasure and one in pain every time a he moved into him. Forcing Ponyboy's leg open even more, he started pounding at a much harder rhythm.
"I…didn't think this is… what you had in mind when you said…you wanted to talk," Ponyboy breathe through his moans digging nails into Curly's shoulders.
Ponyboy gasped as Curly jabbed painfully harder into him causing tears to unintentionally develop in his eyes.
"Didn't I tell you before to shut up," Curly hissed going back to his original rhythm.
Curly bit in Ponyboy's collar bone, breaking into his skin.
"Curly," Ponyboy moaned as the curly haired hood started sucking his blood. The young greaser weaved his hands into his wild untamed hair urging him further.
Each lustful sound Ponyboy made bounced off the walls, echoing all over the room. The beds headboard banged against the wall as Curly thrust into him nonstop. As always, no one else was in the house at the time while the two of the have their 'meeting.'
Looking down at the whimpering mess below him, Curly felt that familiar feeling flowing through him, although this time it was different. It felt much darker than what he was feeling last time.
Mine
That word kept replaying itself in his head constantly. The curly haired hood couldn't be sure exactly why though. He didn't understand it and it was starting to frustrate him to know end, he hated thinking while fucking.
Ponyboy's eyes clenched shut as Curly started pounding into his ass harder hitting his prostate every time.
"Curly, Curly, Curly," Ponyboy repeated his name over and over like it was a mantra. He loved this feeling and he loved the person giving him this blissful feeling.
Just then Curly came snarling loudly into the air which was of course followed by Ponyboy gripping onto Curly tighter.
Rolling off of him, Curly didn't give himself time to bask in their afterglow as he moved out of the bed with not a word to Ponyboy.
"Are you going Adam's party?" Ponyboy asked observing as Curly quickly dressed himself to go, wherever you needed to go. He wasn't really surprised that Curly was getting ready to leave so quickly, he usually always does that. Ponyboy thought it was just because Curly was kind of uncomfortable with being nude.
Curly just shrugged not really giving an answer.
"But he's your friend, how can you not go?" Ponyboy asked amused.
"Depends on if I'm free or not," Curly told him lying slightly. He knew that would mostly likely go even if there was something go on or not, it's been a while since he's been to a good party.
Ponyboy sat up rolling his eyes. He knew that Curly was being difficult just to be difficult right now, answering his questions as vaguely as possible for no particular reason. It annoyed and amused Ponyboy at the same time.
"Well if you are free," Ponyboy stated in a clearly mocking voice, "you should tell me beforehand so we can go together."
Curly stopped as he just put his shirt on, furrowing his brow at Ponyboy. He looked at Ponyboy with clearly shown disdain on his face.
"Are you stupid or just deaf?" Ponyboy flinched at the insults, "I just told you that I have to see if I'm free, how can I know I'm free the time of the party if it's not time for the party yet?"
"I didn't mean it like that Curly," Ponyboy protest standing up now from the bed now, "I just meant that if you know that you're going to the party-"
"You'll know when I step inside the fucking place," Curly snorted turning his head to his bedroom mirror checking out his unruly hair, "but don't expect me to go inside with you, you got it?"
Ponyboy's eyes lower to the floor as he fiddle his thumbs. The way Curly just so easily dismissed him caused pain to run through his body, again. Was he ashamed of him? Did he not like being around him? All these questions and more ran through the young greasers head in a nonstop loop.
Feeling eyes on him, Ponyboy looked up to see Curly's checking out his very naked body from across the room. Crossing the distance between them, Curly wrapped his arms around Ponyboy's waist bringing them together.
Ponyboy gasped as he could feel Curly's hands playing around aimlessly with the lower half of his body.
"Don't start whining and pouting it's annoying," Curly told him directing the young greasers eyes to him. Ponyboy saw Curly's eyes to be completely blank, not a trace of emotion in his eyes.
"I'm sorry," Ponyboy breathed gripping onto Curly's shoulders as felt the hoods fingers teasing his hole, "I didn't mean to make you upset."
"I don't like talking after fucking, it gets me irritated," Curly said randomly in no relation to what he was talking about before.
Ponyboy however took his as an apology. He smiled as Curly taunted him with his fingers, he knew that Curly would never outright apologize for anything he says or does so the young greaser took he what could get.
He loved Curly so much.
…
"Darry just think about it," Ponyboy pleaded picking up the dirty dishes along with his eldest brother and going to the sink.
"I have," Darry told him putting the leftovers form dinner in the fridge.
"And" Ponyboy looked over at his brother impatiently. The rest of the gang was in the living room.
"The answer is no," Darry giving his brother a stern look before going into the living room himself, "you are not old enough to go to a party by yourself."
Yes I am, Ponyboy said to himself stomping his foot childishly.
"So you're saying that the only way I can go to a party is if I have a chaperone?" Ponyboy asked in his annoyance.
"Yep," Darry nodded giving him a teasing smirk as he sat down on the couch next to Sodapop and Steve.
"That's not fair," Ponyboy protested, "you and Soda never had to have a chaperone when you went to parties."
"True," Sodapop piped in, "but these hoods are getting crazier and crazier, never hurts to have backup if something goes down."
"Soda," Ponyboy hissed, "you're supposed to be on my side."
Sodapop just blinked his eyes blank. Then he remembered their deal early this morning and his eyes widened.
"Oh yeah," Sodapop nodded his head enthusiastically turning to Darry, "Darry you should just let him-"
"Shut up Soda," Darry said simply.
"Okay," Sodapop obeyed with a shrug.
"What?" Sodapop said to his younger brothers shocked face, "I tried, really."
Ponyboy scoffed in disgust turning back to his older brother.
"Darry please," Ponyboy pleaded actually getting on his knees with his hands clasped together, "for once in your life be cool."
Darry raised an eyebrow at his young brother trying to fight off a smile as he was actually having fun with this now.
"I'll give you anything you want," Ponyboy swore, "anything."
"Everything I want you either don't have or can't possibly get me," Darry answered before adding, "well, can't get me legally anyway."
Ponyboy looked around room at the gang, who were pointedly ignoring the two of them, as he felt an idea starting to develop in his head.
"Who exactly are you going to get to go with me?" Ponyboy asked subtly gesturing to everyone in the room, "The only available guy is Two-Bit."
Darry silently cursed to himself as he realized that Ponyboy got him there. Sodapop and Steve had their own thing to do tonight, Johnny doesn't do parties, and Dallas doesn't do high school kid parties so the only one left is Two-Bit and knowing him he'll be drunk within the first twenty minutes of the party. Two-Bit was a great guy, don't get him wrong, but he just wasn't that dependable at parties.
"What's wrong with good old Two-Bit," Two-Bit shouted holding up a beer with a grin, "I'll keep the kid company…for a while."
It was then that Darry finally broke down and complied with his little brothers wishes.
"Alright you can go to the party by yourself," Ponyboy smiled and opened his mouth eagerly to thank him before seeing the stern look on Darry's face , "but you have to be back exactly by curfew and if I catch even the slightest hint of alcohol on your breath, you are going to be grounded until you graduate. Is that clear?"
"Crystal," Ponyboy nodded obediently.
Holding his gaze for a minute, Darry gestured for Ponyboy to leave which he happily did running out the door on his way to the party.
Steve and Two-Bit silently gave each other a look.
"Ten bucks the kid gets in trouble."
"Fifteen."
…
Ponyboy practically had to run to Adams house, it was raining ridiculously hard outside but he made it their fine.
"Hey Pony," Ponyboy was greeted the second he came in the door by Adam who already look to be a little intoxicated.
"Glad you could make it man," Adam proclaimed loudly over the booming music, "take your coat off, relax yourself."
Doing just that, Ponyboy moved a little more into the house to see the fun being had in the party. There were people dancing crazily in the living room, others taking shots of beer in the kitchen, and people making out where ever they could.
"Wow," Ponyboy said in awe. He never knew parties could be so…hectic.
"I know," Adam nodded proudly observing the place, "parties like these are just the thing you need to relax and unwind. Can I get you a something to drink?"
Ponyboy shook his furiously, knowing what kind of drink he might be given.
Adam gave Ponyboy a teasing smile wrapping his arm around his shoulder.
"Come on Ponyboy," Adam urged pushing them through the people in the hallway to the kitchen, "you have to have some kind of drink at a party. Tell you what, why don't I start you off with something light?"
"Like what?" Ponyboy asked wondering what exactly he meant.
Adam just gave him a mysterious smile as he moved to his fridge. Ponyboy leaned on the kitchen counter as he saw Adam pull out a can of Pepsi and a can of beer. The young greasers face scrunched in disgust as he saw Adam pour both drinks into a large plastic cup. Throwing both empty cans in the trash, Adam handed Ponyboy the cup.
"Try it," Adam urged.
Hesitantly, Ponyboy sniffed up the cup and immediately pulled his head back at the smell. Regardless, the young greaser took a sip of it anyway.
"Nasty," Was all Ponyboy said groaning at the taste.
"It takes a while to get used to," Adam agreed taking a sip of his own drink, "but it will loosen you up a bit."
"I'm sure it will," Ponyboy told him looking around the house before turning back to Adam, "is Curly here?"
Adam's eyes turned to him for a brief moment before he gestured upstairs.
"Yeah, he said something about going to the bathroom."
Smiling to himself that Curly made it to the party, Ponyboy started to go upstairs to greet him.
"You know you could wait for him down here," Adam shouted to him in amusement knowing his words fell on deaf ears.
I should have asked where the bathroom is, Ponyboy berated himself not knowing which of the many doors in the house was the bathroom. Taking a wild guess, he tried a door in the middle of the hall.
Ponyboy opened the door to find two people on a bed being…intimate. The young greaser blushed and was ready to close the door when recognized the male.
"Oh yes, Curly, faster," He heard the girl moan loudly.
"Curly," Ponyboy whispered to himself in disbelief but knew the hood when he saw him. He could tell it was him thrusting into some girl wildly not even paying the slightest bit of attention to anything else at the moment.
Dropping his drink, Ponyboy backed away from the door as if it burned him. He found himself breathing heavily in order to stop the tears from falling. Silently, Ponyboy walked out of the hall and down the stairs.
"Hey Ponyboy, where are you going?" Adam asked as he saw the young greaser in question walking straight out of the house. The look on his face seemed to portray that he just saw someone got murdered.
Narrowing his eyes, Adam trekked up the stairs himself to see what had disturbed Ponyboy so badly, he had a feeling but he hoped he was wrong.
Ponyboy didn't even remember his coat but he didn't care. He just ran out into the cold pouring down rain. The harsh weather was covering up his tears as he sprinted like the gold medal track star he was.
The young greaser didn't even know where he was going nor did he care, he just knew that he needed to get away. Get away from the pain, get away from the shock, get away from Curly.
Ponyboy ran until he was forced to come to a stop due to exhaustion leaning on a tree. He had absolutely no idea where he was right now.
Sobbing, Ponyboy buried his hand in his face trying to control himself more but didn't have that much luck.
How could Curly do that? Didn't he care about him? Didn't he love him?
Ponyboy's inner musing was interrupted by a strange unfamiliar sound. The young greaser looked around curiously but couldn't see much of anything with all of the rain in his eyes. Clearing the space around his eyes Ponyboy gasped in shock.
There was a horse galloping in his direction, it looked to be enraged. Ponyboy froze not knowing what to do.
Just then, a boy came up behind that horse running up to catch him. Narrowing his eyes Ponyboy looked a little closer and could have sworn that boy was…
"Curly?" Ponyboy questioned in confusion. What was he doing here?
Just as the horse looked like it was about to come head on with Ponyboy, the boy stood in front of him protectively, his arms spread out in front of him.
Ponyboy felt himself going faint, his body not being able to handle so much shock at one moment. However, just as he passed out he thought he heard the boy say something.
"Ponyboy? Is that really you?"
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