Continues from last chapter. Last sentence of last chapter: "See ya later," Dallas said as he watched the screen door close behind his friend.
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'Damn Two-Bit.' Dally thought bitterly as he sat down on the couch. 'Ya wouldn't be such a damn problem if ya didn't like the kid so much.' Dallas continued to think as he sucked on his cigarette. 'It's definitely a bit out of the friend zone then I like. He's nothin' but a threat, a threat that Ponyboy is oblivious to,' Dally thought angrily as he put out the butt of his cigarette in the ash tray that was on the coffee table, making his way up the stairs to the auburn's room. He let himself in quietly as he made his way over to the bed. Soon finding himself straddling the small greaser's hips as his hands roamed the body beneath him as he set himself on the bed. Ponyboy let out a soft moan as his body reacted to the blondes touches and strokes, as his mind began to awaken from it's dormant, hazy state. Slowly waking as the blonde continued to let his hands roam. Knowing who it was, Ponyboy pushed the blonde down and climbed on top of him, pinning his shoulders to the bed as he straddled the hood's hips, staring down at the stunned blonde.
"Why are you an' Two-Bit always arguing?" Pony asked innocently as he rested his hands on the blonde's chest as he leaned up a bit, lightly playing with the tattered fabric of the t-shirt absentmindedly. The hood rubbed his hands up and down the auburn's thighs as he tried to figure out a way to answer the young greaser.
"It's nothin', don't worry 'bout it," Dallas said nonchalantly as he stared up at the auburn.
"It's not nothin' Dal, I can't stand ta see my friends fight!" Ponyboy snapped defensively, gripping the hood's shirt in his hands as he clenched his hands into fists. "It isn't fair that me and you, or me and Two-Bit can't seem to be around each other without you two starting with one another and I just want to know, why?" Ponyboy asked, almost sounding threatening; still a bit angered from the confusing and frustrating thoughts and questions that raced through his mind.
"If I told you it was nothin' ta worry about, then don't worry about it!" Dallas snarled, nearly glaring up at the auburn.
"I'm not allowed to worry about my friends?" Ponyboy asked almost brokenheartedly, yet mostly defensively. "And I can't know what's buggin' ya?" Ponyboy asked, resting his soft hand on the blonde's rough cheek, gliding his thumb over and back soothingly.
"Nothin's buggin' me." Dally mumbled out a lie as he stretched his arms out.
"Fine, okay," Ponyboy said with a shrug, not pressing any further.
"Nothin's buggin me, I'm just frustrated," Dallas huffed, causing Ponyboy to get a concerned look on his face. Looking as if he were going to ask what was wrong, only missing the chance when Dally continued, "Sexually frustrated," the blonde growled out lowly, quickly lunging forward, pinning the auburn to the bed roughly. "Mind helpin' me get rid of some of my frustration, Ponyboy?" Dallas whispered huskily against Pony's neck as his hand dipped into the boy's short's, feeling him squirm and wriggle beneath him as he gripped him firmly, listening to his harsh moan in response. "Mmm, I'll take that as a 'yes'," the hood chuckled against the auburn's slightly gaping lip's before capturing them with his own greedily, tearing the boy's shirt from his lithe body, tossing it to the floor.
"A-ah-hh, D- Dally," Ponyboy whimpered and gasped as the hood scraped his sharp teeth down his chest and torso, nearly grunting as the hood raked his fingernails down his sides. The auburn has always been a sucker when ever Dally gets rough with him, it drives him crazy; completely driven by lust with each rough touch, grope, stroke and scratch the blonde places upon the boy's willing body. Ponyboy's back arched high off of the bed as the blonde's hot tongue danced across his chest, making him moan. Pony fisted his hand in the hood's straw hair as he sucked on his neck, getting a grunt of approval from the blonde. The hood sucked on his ear, making him moan softly. Pony grinded his hips against the blonde's as the hood continued to kiss his lips roughly - scrapping his teeth against the auburn's bottom lip and tongue. When ever the auburn and the hood are with one another at times like these, Ponyboy forgets about everything, he stops his daydreaming, and stops his thoughts to live in the here and now, and not in some book or dream, but in the real world, with Dallas Winston.
"Don't think you'll be needing these," Dally leered as he pulled Pony's shorts off of him, tossing them to the floor. The blonde smirked as he looked at the younger greaser's red face, loving how the auburn would always get embarrassed no matter how many times they've done this.
"W-what?" Pony squeaked out, his already red face deepening in color to crimson as his blush became more intense as his embarrassment grew.
"You're fuckin' adorable," Dally nearly growled out as he tore his shirt off of his scarred torso, pouncing onto the auburn as he latched his hot mouth onto the young greaser's throat. "Auungh, Ponyboy," Dallas moaned gruffly as the auburn dug his nails into his back. Dallas groaned as he grinded his groin roughly against Pony's as he attacked the auburn's throat. "Ponyboy, I want ya so bad," the blonde groaned, clutching the auburn's thigh tightly as he nipped at the boy's collar bone, "I need you so bad," Dallas said hotly against Pony's ear, starting to undo the front of his jeans. "But are you ready?" Dally asked, leaning off of the auburn, looking down at Pony as he waited for an answer.
Ponyboy stammered and stalled on his words before finally giving the blonde an answer, "I - don't think so, no," Ponyboy said softly, his eyes cast down at the bed sheets to avoid the blonde's eyes.
"Don't feel bad if you're not ready," Dally said as he got off of the auburn, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Believe me," the blonde paused, getting Pony's attention, "You'll be worth the wait," the blonde said with a smirk, making the auburn blush a little. Dallas got off the bed, picking up Pony's clothes and tossing them back to him.
"Thanks," Ponyboy mumbled as he put his clothes back on.
"Hellooo!" a familiar voice rang throughout the house from downstairs, Sodapop.
"Anyone home!" Another just as painfully if not more familiar voice called out, Steve.
"Guess Soda and the jackass are back from the DX" the blonde said as he pulled his shirt on and redoing his pants before heading downstairs, leaving the auburn to get dressed.
"Hey Dal!" Soda chirped, sitting down on the couch next to Steve. "For a second I thought no one was home, me and Steve shouted but you didn't answer," Soda said, cracking open a can of Cola from the fridge, taking a sip before passing it to Steve.
"Didn't hear ya, was busy." Dally said as he sat down in one of the chairs.
"Busy doin' what?" Steve asked in a sly, suspicious type of tone. 'Probably bangin' his little fuck piece,' Steve thought bitterly.
"Since when the fuck does it matter to you what I do? But if ya have to know, I was callin' Tim up seein' if he wanted to play a few rounds of pool tonight." Dallas lied coolly.
"Oh, so you headin' over there now?" Sodapop asked, taking the soda can back from his friend.
"Yeah," Dally said as he grabbed his jacket before heading out the door. 'I need some action to blow off this damn steam,' the blonde thought as he picked up his pace.
"Tim'll fix it,' Dally thought with a smirk, 'He just doesn't know it yet,' the hood thought, letting out a chuckle. Walking up the few steps of the front porch to the front door, knocking of few times. No answer. "Fuck," the blonde cussed, walking back over to the Curtis's house, finding not a single light on in the house; an obvious signal that everyone was asleep. Plopping down on the couch he found another, not so happy, person there.
"What the hell," Steve cussed, having been the one that had been sat on.
"What the fuck are you doing here Randel?" Dallas growled, "Don't you have your own damn house to go to?" Dallas asked, nudging the other greaser with his foot.
"Fuck off Winston," Steve snarled back, batting the hood's foot away.
"Fine, have it your way, I'll just go sleep in Pony's and Soda's bed," Dallas said with a huge smirk, making Steve glare at him as he headed up the stairs. Reaching the room, he found the door ajar and the light peeking through into the hall, knocking before he walked in.
"Hey Dal, what ya need?" Soda asked as he pulled his night shirt on.
"A place ta sleep, since someone else's ass is in my spot," Dallas said, leaning against the doorframe.
"Oh, sorry 'bout that, Steve's dad kicked him out again," Soda explained.
"Would it be alright if I slept in here?" the blonde asked smoothly.
"Uh, it'd be a bit crowded with three, umm, unless you wanna use my old room?" Soda suggested.
"...Sure," Dallas mumbled, heading out the door and down the hall, kind of pissed that he couldn't get with Ponyboy. Opening the door, flopping down on the bed, kicking off his shoes and tearing off his clothes, leaving his boxers on and drifting off to sleep.
WOOOH!CHAP 5! So yeah, ugh the ending is so bad, don't even say it I already know lol. I guess comment, review, ya know, all that jazz. Hopefully it was worth the wait. Oh, for the people that wanted more Steve/Pony action, just wait, you gonna be drownin' in it man! U gonna needs a life preserver, so sit tight for a while.
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