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Wild Ride	By : JessieMundaiFan Category: M through R > The Outsiders Views: 5550 -:- 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)
"Curly wait," Ponyboy panted as he was pushed face first onto the bed, grunting when he felt every part of his body being touched in some way.
Said hood completely ignored him, as stripped himself of his own shirt and unzipped his pants freeing his manhood.
"Ease up a little," Ponyboy gently pushed the hoods chest trying to give himself some room to breathe.
Roughly, Curly manhandled Ponyboy on his back pinning him down with his own body. The young greaser knew he should have tried to struggle or fight back in some way but he didn't, he couldn't.
"You need to stop being so damn ungrateful," Curly hissed into the young greasers ear as he forcibly stripped him of his clothes, "I am doing this for you and all you do is whine and bitch. Just shut the fuck up."
Ponyboy whimpered lowly as he felt a jolt of pain run through him but didn't say anything else. Those were hurting him far more than those rough hands were.
This is how sex always was with them as of late. It wasn't always like this though when they were young it was so much different. When they were younger-
"Ahh," Ponyboy cried out in pain as he was thrust into with no preparation given.
"Quit being such a pussy," Curly growled not wasting any time and thrust into the greaser beneath him.
The young greaser had to bit into the sheets in order to contain his cries of pain. No mercy was given to his body as it was used to Curly's pleasure. Every thrust caused the bed began to creak in protest. Again and again and he continued to pound into his body.
It wasn't until a couple thrusts later that Ponyboy was finally able to gain pleasure from this. Slowly he began to moan with every movement into his body.
"There you go," Curly looking down at him with a grin, "I knew you'd get into this shit."
"Yes, Curly," Ponyboy muttered between moan moving his head up slightly to look back to the hood.
Finally, Curly came into him, yelling loudly through his orgasm which was followed shortly by Ponyboy. The curly haired teen rode out his pleasure, thrusting a couple more times before collapsing onto him.
"Curly, you're really heavy," Ponyboy told him.
"So," the hood snorted into his ear.
"So please move," Ponyboy pleaded softly.
"Always bitching," Curly murmured his voice clearly sounding annoyed. Ponyboy felt another jolt of pain run through him which was gone as the curly haired teen got off him pulling himself out in the process.
Ponyboy hissed at the movement.
Curly rolled his eyes flopping down on the bed beside him.
"How is it that every time I see you you're not talking, but when I'm fucking you you got all this mouth?" Curly asked rudely folding his arms behind his head.
"You were hurting me," Ponyboy argued, "and what's wrong with me talking? It's not just you having sex you know."
"Whatever," Curly grunted, "just get out, I got other things to do."
The look on Ponyboy's face was one of extreme hurt. Get out? Why would he possibly want him to leave after they just had sex?
"I actually wanted to talk about you getting arrested last week," Ponyboy said pressing forward. He was determined to keep their relationship afoot.
Curly sneered at him in a way that indicated that he clearly didn't want to answer any of his questions.
"It's just that I was really worried about you because I thought you were dead. You never told me where you were so I-"
Ponyboy squealed as he was picked up bridle style and thrown out of the room, his clothes following him.
"Curly! Open the door," Ponyboy stood up and started banging on the door seeing as it was locked.
Looking down at his clothes the young greaser saw that his shirt was not in the pile.
"Curly you didn't give me my shirt," Ponyboy shouted banging louder on the door. He was lucky that none of the other Shepard's were in the house at the time.
Although muffled, you could hear Curly's laughter through the door.
"It's really cold outside, can you please give me my shirt?" Ponyboy asked practically begging him, "please."
Again, he was met with no response. Getting a little cold right now, Ponyboy slipped on his shoes, boxers, and jeans. He stood by the door for another five minutes hoping that Curly would finally open the door but he never did.
Silently, Ponyboy walked quietly down the stairs and to the door. Taking one last look up the stairs he sighed and left the house. Immediately he had to wrap his arms around his body as a breeze ran past his body.
Deciding to just swallow his pride, Ponyboy just decided to run home instead of just stay here in the cold.
Why is Curly being like this, Ponyboy wondered to himself sadly. He never used to be like this when we were younger.
(Flashback)
"Give it back," A five year old Ponyboy shouted chasing the third graders that had took his jacket.
"This is too fancy for you," One of the boys yelled back at him, "you must have stolen it from somebody."
"My dad gave it to me," Ponyboy protested his eyes tearing up in his frustration of running for so long.
"Yeah right, you-"
Before anyone could blink, a curly haired boy ran over and tackled the kid that was running around with Ponyboy's jacket.
"Let me go, let me go," the bully tried to get the curly haired boy off him, along with his friends, but it didn't do any good.
Ponyboy watched in astonishment as the boy pretty much ignored the two boys punching at his head as he tried to take the jacket back. He didn't think that someone could be so tough, besides his brothers of course.
After a minute, the boy was able to get the jacket back. The third graders looked too annoyed to fight some more so they just decided to go home.
Timidly, Ponyboy walked over to the boy. He was staring at him intensely, as if he was something to be studied.
The green eyed boy jumped slightly as the jacket was thrust into his face. He looked at the jacket to the boy as if wondering if this was a trick before taking the jacket back.
"Thank you," Ponyboy said gaining the courage to give him a smile.
This apparently pleased the boy because he smiled right back at Ponyboy. Before the green eyed boy could say anything else, other boy reached over and kissed him on the forehead.
Ponyboy squeaked, a blush reaching all over his face. With one last smile, the curly haired boy ran off to wherever he came.
The five year olds eyes widened as he watched the boy disappear.
He never told him his name!
(End Flashback)
"Ponyboy, Ponyboy!"
The young greaser was brought out his thoughts by a familiar voice. Standing beside him was his best friend Johnny Cade. He was so busy getting caught up in his memories he didn't even notice that was beside his friend's house.
"H-Hey J-Johnny," Ponyboy greeted shivering. He had his wrapped around himself as he tried to stay warm.
"What happened to your shirt?" Johnny worried that his friend might have gotten mugged or something.
"Oh, I, um," Ponyboy was racking his brain trying to come up with a lie which was hard to do when you're trying to keep from freezing, "it fell into a street gutter."
Johnny eyebrows rose incredulously. Ponyboy, who seemed to think that he was on a roll, told his lie.
"When I was walking home I saw that there were a couple kids playing in the park. One kid kicked their ball to hard and it got stuck in a street gutter. I ran over and tried to get it out but it was wedged in their really tight so I took off my shirt and tried use it to get a better grip on the ball. Unfortunately, I made it worse and the ball fell into the gutter completely along with my shirt."
By the end of the story Ponyboy had a big smile on his face as he was very proud of the story he came up with. Johnny on the other hand was staring at his friend shaking his head at him in disbelief.
With a shrug, Johnny took off his coat and handed it to a very grateful Ponyboy who quickly put it on.
"Thank you," Ponyboy chirped zipping up the coat and walking to his house.
Johnny nodded following the young male back to the Curtis residence. He really didn't trust the young greaser by himself right now.
"Hey Ponyboy," Johnny called out.
"Yes."
"You said that you were going to be a writer after you go to college?" Johnny asked thinking of Ponyboy's little story.
"Yep," Ponyboy replied.
"You should stick to it," Johnny advised him with a nod, "you're going to be great at it."
"You think so?" Ponyboy asked obliviously not realizing what Johnny was hinting at in the slightest.
"I know so," Johnny said rolling his eyes at him affectionately.
They up walked up to the Curtis house to find Dallas coming up right beside them as they were about to enter the house.
"Whoa, whoa kid," Dallas stopped Ponyboy from entering the house by pulling on the coat, "Why are you wearing Johnny's coat?"
Ponyboy looked from Johnny to Dallas nervously.
"How do you know it's Johnny?" Ponyboy asked a little quickly.
Dallas gave him a pointedly look before gesturing to the side of the coat. Ponyboy looked over that it had the name 'Johnny' written in big letters on it.
"I see," Ponyboy claimed looking back at Dallas with an easy smile on his face, "well it's a very funny story. You see-"
"He forget his and was just going back to get his own," Johnny lied to his for friend saving him from coming up with another ridiculous lie.
Even though the three Curtis brothers have slightly different personalities, one thing that they have in common is that their all terrible liars, mostly because they say lies that don't make any sense. Darry figured that out very early in life which he is always so blunt and doesn't even bother to lie to people. Sodapop and Ponyboy however, despite people telling them otherwise, keep trying to lie.
Ponyboy pouted at his friend for stealing his moment but was content with Dallas letting him go so he could enter his house.
Once the young greaser was in the house, Dallas gave the darker skinned boy beside him a dry look.
"I don't want to know why he didn't have a coat do I?" Dallas asked him knowingly.
Johnny shook his head.
Dallas sighed before a dark look crossed his face.
"It wasn't Socs was it?" Dallas asked doing his best to keep the any hint of that annoying protective tone that he always was annoyed at the elder two Curtis brothers for.
Again Johnny just shook his head this time trying to keep a smirk off his face. He knew that that Dallas always tried to make it seem like that he was indifferent to Ponyboy, but he knew that the blond hood cared about the young greaser just like everyone else in the gang. He was kind of like Steve in that sense.
"Then I don't care," Dallas proclaimed shortly before stepping into the hose himself with Johnny in tow.
They walked into the hose to see Two-Bit, Steve, and Sodapop sitting around a table playing cards.
"Hey, Dally, Johnny," Two-Bit shouted as they enter the room.
"Pull up a chair and play with us," Sodapop suggested taking a sip of his Pepsi.
"Yes please do, maybe more players can get Soda to stop cheating," Steve said narrowing his eyes at his best friend.
Dallas snorted but pulled up a chair anyway, Johnny just decided to watch television.
"I'm not cheating," Sodapop shouted looking insulted that Steve would even suggest such a thing.
"Really?" Steve raised his eyebrows at him, "then why are some of your cards blue while everyone else's cards are red."
Gazing down at the back of Sodapop's cards you could indeed see that some had a red background while two had blue ones.
Sodapop shrugged. "I don't know these aren't my cards."
"Yes they are," Steve yelled, "you just now got them out of your room."
"…I see," Sodapop said before folding up his cards, "well let's just start with new cards since Dally's here."
Steve rolled his eyes but let his cards get shuffled along with Two-Bit's.
"So Dalman," Two-Bit started grinning at Dallas.
"I thought we agreed not call me that," Dallas gave the jokester a warning glare.
"How's your luck been with a hot chick you found at the bar?" Two-Bit asked eagerly.
Dallas snorted. "I been had her."
"But you just met her a couple days ago," Two-Bit said whining somewhat.
"Do you know who I am?" Dallas asked arrogantly, "I'm Dallas fucking Winston. I can get anybody I want."
Two-Bit pouted as Steve and Sodapop snorted in amusement.
It was that moment Ponyboy appeared sporting a new shirt. He sat down next to Johnny on the couch and handed him his coat back. Hearing how loud the four boys were being at the table, caused the young greasers curiosity to rise.
"What are they talking about?" Ponyboy leaned over and whispered to his friend.
"Sex," Johnny whispered back.
"Sex," Ponyboy repeated his voicing being far above a whisper proven by the fact that the other three men in the house turned to him.
"What are you blurting out that word for?" Steve grunted giving the kid a smirk, "you don't even know what it is."
"I know what sex is you jerk," Ponyboy argued his face lined with anger, "but I have to question do you remember what it is seeing as it's been while since Soda's threw you bone."
Sodapop, Two-Bit, Dallas, and Johnny sighed to themselves mentally as they prepared themselves for yet another Steve/Ponyboy argument.
"Screw you brat," Steve seethed, "at least I'm not a high school virgin like you. That's almost the definition of a loser."
"I am not a-"
Realizing what he was about to blurt out, Ponyboy quickly clamped his mouth shut lying back on his couch. He was hoping no one noticed his little slip up but unfortunately for him though, no one in this room was an idiot.
The faces of everyone else in the room showed different arrays of emotions from disbelief to excitement (this was mostly Two-Bit though) to concern and even betrayal.
Steve scoffed loudly. "When did you have sex?"
"Yeah Ponyboy," Sodapop said with emphasis on his little brothers name seeing as he was feeling a combination of the aforementioned concern and betrayal due to him not knowing about this earlier, "When did you have sex?"
Ponyboy simply shrugged staring dead at the television. He did not want to have this talk in front of the whole gang, it would be beyond embarrassing.
"I was just joking," Ponyboy replied quietly.
Before anyone else could reply, Darry came into the room silencing everyone. The eldest Curtis brother walked into the kitchen and grabbed a drink out of the refrigerator.
"What are you guys talking about?" Darry asked the soundless group of people, "all I could in my room was the word sex."
For a couple seconds it looked as if Sodapop was going to tell Darry exactly what was going on. Fortunately, Ponyboy used his patented puppy dog eye effect on his brother to keep him and everyone else quiet.
If Darry found out that he's been having sex, or that he'd even thought about having sex, Ponyboy knew he would be in for the sex talk of the century. Seeing as they've already had about five he really didn't want another one.
Lucky for the green eyed greaser it seemed his pouting had to have had some effect because everyone was keeping their mouths shut.
However, it was Dallas who spoke up.
"Let's brainstorm here Chief," Dallas suggested using his nickname for Darry which he knew annoyed him, "bunch of guys talking and you hear the words 'sex'. Theirs only a couple things we could be talking about and I'll give you a hint it's not puppies."
"Watch the attitude Winston," Darry snapped with a glare which Dallas returned.
In any other situation with two tough greasers glaring at each other like these two it would be a tense moment for every gang except this one. These types of disputes were just a weird way Darry and Dallas joke around with each, it's just a part of their friendship.
Even though the subject was pretty much dropped, Sodapop sent his young brother look that said 'we will talk about this later.'
Ponyboy responded with a hesitant nod, because he really didn't have a choice in the matter. Still feeling a little uncomfortable, the young greaser decided to go back to his room and maybe catch up on his reading.
As he stood up the boy was quickly followed his darker skinned friend.
"Is it someone the gang won't like?" Johnny asked as they enter the hallway and out of everyone else hearing range.
Ponyboy groaned as he reached his room, his hand was on the doorknob.
"Johnny…"
"You can trust me," Johnny urged trying to hide his concern. He knew that Ponyboy wouldn't be the type of person who would have casual sex. The young greaser would be in love before he did anything and if he was in love he would at least introduce this mystery person to him (his best friend).
Ponyboy's eyes softened as he looked back at his best friend, the person that he loved calls his third older brother.
"I know I can," Ponyboy replied smiling sweetly at him, "but things are just a little…complicated right now. I'll tell you soon though I promise."
Johnny out a small sigh but returned the smile nonetheless. He watched as Ponyboy went into his room deep in thought. There is something that is not right here and he's was determined to figure it out.
Hurriedly, Ponyboy rushed to his book shelf ready to just curl up with a good book. A sudden shiver ran down his spine as a breeze came into the room. Looking over at his window he found it be slightly open with what looked to be some kind of cloth.
Grabbing it from the window he saw that it was his shirt along with three bars of chocolate inside it.
A giddy smile appeared on Ponyboy's face as he held his shirt tightly to his chest. He knew it had been just as joke that Curly taken a little too far and nothing really mean spirited!
Maybe there was hope for their relationship after all, Ponyboy thought to himself happily. I just need to try harder to keep us together.
Seeing as he was so excited, Ponyboy didn't notice the noted that also flew out of the shirt which read:

Think of this as a warning

I'm not going to fucking tell you again

to stop being so clingy.

Cut it out or I'll make sure you regret it.

Curly
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