Mistake. ♥[Warning; Yaoi [brother(Sodapop)xbrother(Ponyboy)]♣ Mostly of story ain't mines. [Rated M(!!!!!)]
I got these ideas from reading The outsiders before I went to take a shower...while in the shower I ended up thinking weirdly and kind of started to daydream about it... and well, wrote it in a few hours. I stayed up past 12 a.m. to write this crap and ended up getting a lesson from some hot-headed parents of mines. Eh.
Sodapop Curtis was on edge sitting on the couch in the living room with a sheepish and worried expression on his face. It was 2 a.m. and his baby brother, Ponyboy still wasn't home yet.
Kieth "Two-bit" Matthews had dragged Ponyboy and Johnny Cade along with him to a friends party. It started at eight and ended at midnight, so Ponyboy should be home by now.
Their older brother, Darry Curtis had gone straight to bed when he got home around 7:50 pm. He had mumbled something about problems with his boss and being tired as hell and went straight to his room to sleep, not even waking up to have dinner. He's been coming back home more and more exhausted, because he's been working more hours lately to keep up with the bills.
Sodapop's glad Darry's sleeping like a bear at hibernation, because he really doesn't want his brothers to fight again.
All of the sudden Two-bit and Johnny come through the front door; each had an arm around a drunken boy, who was smiling goofily like Two-bit does.
Soda stood up from the couch immediately.
"Is he drunk?" Soda asked in alert.
"Yeah, I think someone messed with the punch or somthin', cuz this kid didn't touch any alcohol there and only drank the punch they had."
Two-bit laughed with an expression smiliar to the drunken kid who was still being supported by him and Johnny.
"Glory, I never thought in all my life that I would see Ponyboy Curtis drunk, but man was it funny. He might be shy and quiet most of the time, but give him some alcohol and he sheds his shell, and he goes around talkin' to everyone, ramblin' on and on about shit that doesn't even make sense … and he does some crazy ass things. He's the funniest drunk I ever seen and met."
Johnny grinned, trying to stifle his own laughter from pouring out.
"Yeah, it sure was funny I got to admit. I got to see a whole different side to my best friend, Ponyboy Michael Curtis. It was just funny to see him actin' so … unPonylike."
Soda couldn't help but smirk at what he was hearing from the two. It was very rare for his baby brother to get drunk.
"Well, I'm glad ya guys had fun, but what took ya so long to bring him back home? The party ended at midnight, didn't it?"
Two-bit and Johnny looked at each other, then at Pony, then back at Soda, holding in their laughters.
"Yeah, it did, but we had a bit of a problem to deal with."
Soda cocked an eyebrow.
"What kind of problem?" He asked curiously but slowly.
"Well, at the end of the party, I went to go look for the boys. I found Johnnycake leaning against a pole or somethin', but Pony wasn't with him. He said that Pony went to the bathroom, so we went up there to get him, but all we found was his clothes in a pile on the floor near the toilet and the window was wide open. We went outside and spent a little over an hour chasin' your naked brother down the streets, so we could put his clothes back on."
Soda broke down and laughed.
"Wait, Pony here was streakin'? My innocent baby brother was streakin'? Ya can definitely know he's drunk 'cause he wouldn't do that if he was sober, he's too self-conscious for some weird reason, he can't even undress in front of me and I'm his own blood."
"Well, like I said, he does some crazy ass things when he's drunk, just like he did tonight."
Two-bit laughed, but he turned serious all the sudden.
"Where's Superman? I was so sure that he was gonna attack me before I even made it to the door and smash my head to the ground, when he saw Pony drunk."
"Well, today is your lucky day, 'cause Darry is sleepin', been sleepin' since he came home like a bear."
Soda sighed.
"He's been workin' too much lately and it's been wearin' him out like he's already forty somethin'."
Two-bit's goofy smile came back on his face. "Shoot, I'm just glad that I can live another day. Just do me a favor and make sure the big guy doesn't find out about this, cuz I wanna live to see my nineteenth birthday."
Soda laughed, nodding a little.
"Yeah, sure."
He didn't like lying or keeping things from Darry, but he didn't want to rat his baby brother out as well. "Well, I hate to leave ya hanging," Two-bit started, as he handed the drunken Pony over to Soda.
Pony held onto Sodas' waist, leaning all his body weight on him. Soda wrapped his drunken baby brother in his arms. "But, I got to get home and I'm bringin' Johnnycakes with me, cuz it ain't safe for him to go home at this time of night. He could wake up his old man and get in a lot of trouble and we don't want that." He wrapped an arm around Johnny's shoulder. "Now, do we, Johnnycake?" Johnny slowly shook his head. "See ya later, Curtis'." Two-bit said, dragging Johnny a long with him to the front door.
"Wait, you're just gonna leave me to take care of a drunken Pony by myself?" Soda asked in mock disbelief. "Hey, me and Johnnycake took care of him all night, our shifts are finished for the day, it's your turn now, besides you're his brother, you should know wha' to do, it's your job to take care of him anways." Two-bit joked.
Then, they left into the coldness of the night. Soda got a good whiff of his drunken baby brother in his arms and blanched. "God, Pony, it smells like ya took a shower in alcohol, instead of drinkin' it."
Pony looked over at him with his goofy, drunken smile. "Maybe, I did, Sodapop, ya never know." Soda laughed and started walking Pony in the direction of the bathroom. "Well, if ya want to keep this from our big, scary, strict , superman brother, then we're gonna have to get ya cleaned up, cuz if we don't, he'll find out tomorrow mornin' just by smellin' ya."
Pony laughed a little too loudly, letting out a big snort, as well as bobbing his head. Soda immediately covered his mouth with his hand to silent him. "Shhh, don't be so loud, baby, ya'll end up wakin' Darry." Pony nodded his head a little. Soda took his hand off. "Sorry," Pony slurred.
"It's ok." Soda said softly. He led him into the bathroom and sat him down on the toilet seat. He closed the door gently and locked it. "Pony, baby, get undressed, so ya can take a shower." Soda told his baby brother as he started the shower. Arms wrapped around Soda's waist and he felt hot breath on the back of his neck, making him shiver. "Aren't ya gonna take one with me?" Soda's eyes widened a bit as he got out of Pony's hold and turned to him. "No, Pony, I don't smell like alcohol like ya do, I don't need a shower." "So?" Pony pouted, crossing his arms stubbornly like he was six all over again. "I ain't getting' in that shower without ya," Soda's eyes went even wider. "Why do I need to go in? Like I said before, I don't need a shower … and-and besides … d-don't ya think it would be … kind of awkward?"
Sure, they were brothers, but it would still be awkward. I mean, brothers or not, they were still two teenage boys and two teenage boys should not do things, such as taking a shower together … though two teenage boys should not share a bed either … but that was different. "Please, Soda, I don't wanna be in there alone." Pony begged, grabbing Soda's hand. "I need ya." Soda raised an eyebrow questioningly. He wanted to ask him why he needed him to go in the shower with him, but decided against it and shook his head, looking down.
Sure, Pony depended on him a lot even when he was sober, but not like this. God, he was clingier when he was drunk. And, sure, Soda liked how dependent his baby brother was to him, because it made him feel special, important, like he had a purpose. It was one of the many reasons why they were so close.
But, this was awkward … What Pony wanted him to do made him uncomfortable.
Soda sighed, deciding to try again. He looked down to his brother who was now kind of sitting on the floor still holding Sodas' waist. "Pony, get in the shower." "No, not with ya," Pony argued. Two-bit was so wrong, drunken Ponyboy was not fun, not fun at all. "Fine," Soda snapped. He didn't mean to. He never yelled at Pony ever, but he was making him feel weird and he didn't like it. He just wanted this shit to stop and go to bed. "Don't take a shower, stay smelling like a drunken hobo and see if I care if Darry finds out ya been drinking and got drunk."
Before, he could even grab the door knob; Pony stopped him by grabbing his arm. "Pl-please, Soda, don't leave me alone.." Soda looked at him slowly. His misty green eyes were filled with tears.
Soda softened, sighing softly. That was one of his weaknesses. He hated it when his baby brother cried.
"Fine, ok … just get undressed and get in."
Pony smiled and got undressed as fast as his drunken state would let him and jumped in the shower.
Soda heard Pony yelp a few seconds later and looked towards the shower place.
"Pony, what's wrong?"
"C-c-c-cold," Pony stammered, like he was out of breath.
Soda blinked.
Surely it hadn't been that long.
Soda sighed again, slowly undressing himself.
As soon as he went into the shower, Pony pulled him into a tight embrace, so every part of their naked bodies were touching each other, and laid his head on his older brothers' shoulder.
Weirdly, it felt amazing. Soda got this warm feeling at the pit of his stomach and his skin felt like it was on fire, he could barely feel the freezing droplets of water hit his skin.
Soda felt disgusted at himself for feeling like that. Pony was his brother, his baby brother, his drunk baby brother.
He could not feel that way about his own brother.
"Pony, w-what are ya doin'?" Soda stammered.
Pony took his head off of Soda's shoulder to look up at him with puppy-like eyes.
"I love ya, Sodapop."
Then, he kissed him...on the lips.
God, his lips were so soft and tasted so sweet. His heart pounded against his chest. He got this lightheaded feeling.
No one has made him feel like that since the time he was dating Sandy.
He found himself kissing back, as Pony runs his fingers through his wet golden strands. Soda caressed Pony's back.
His skin was so soft, so flawless, it made him just want to – That's when he realized what he was doing.
THIS WAS HIS BROTHER! Never before had he hated that word. Soda was always glad Pony was his brother, but now he wishes he wasn't.
This was so wrong, it was disgusting and shameful.
Soda broke away, pushing Pony gently off of him.
"Pony, you're drunk, ya don't know what you're doin' or sayin'. Ya don't love me like that. We're brothers, brothers don't do stuff like that …It's wrong. This is wrong, Ponyboy."
"I ain't just sayin' that, cuz I'm drunk. I love ya, not like a brother, I really love ya." Pony started to tear up again.
Soda softened again and pulled his baby brother into a hug.
It broke his heart to see his baby brother cry. He hated it.
Soda stroked his wet hair as he hugged him close.
"Shh, baby, I'm sorry, it's just … well, you're drunk, no, totally wasted and ya don't know what ya are doin'. That's what being drunk does to ya; it takes away your common sense. I sure as hell know that ya wouldn't be actin' this way if ya were sober … and I don't wanna take advantage of ya … Plus, shoot, kid you're my baby brother, my own flesh in blood, get the picture? We can't do things like this, Pony, its wrong, so fuckin' wrong."
He normally wouldn't swear, he rarely ever did, because unlike the rest of the gang, the Curtis's parents raised them better than that, but man was he stressing out.
He's never … never ever never in his life felt this way toward his baby brother before, so why in the hell was he now? … Was it just because he was making moves on him?
HE WAS DRUNK GODDAMMIT, HE DIDN'T KNOW WHAT HE WAS DOING!
What was Soda's excuse?
WHAT THE FUCK WAS WRONG WITH HIM?
When Pony wasn't saying anything, he looked down at him to see that he was passed out in his arms. Chapter 2 •This is Rated M. So read if you dare too.• Thanks to Jay N. for helping me with this chapter... <3 Pony was moaning under Soda as he pounded into him. Both boys were sweating and the older boy was panting as he concentrated on pleasuring his brother.
"Oh, god, Ponyboy …" Soda moaned out breathlessly as he came in his brother.
He felt warm, sticky stuff spill on his stomach seconds later. As he was catching his breath, he looked down into his brother's beautiful eyes and leaned down to connect their lips into a gentle kiss. Soda nuzzled Pony's neck as Pony ran his hands through his sweaty golden hair.
"I love you, Pony, baby."
Soda woke up in a start. He sat up abruptly, sweating and panting. He felt warm, wet, stickiness in his boxers and the sheets around him.
What the hell was that? He's never dreamed about his brother like that before. He's a sixteen year old hormonal teenager, so of course he had wet dreams before, but they have never been about a boy, let alone his own brother.
Is he coming down with something? He felt his sweaty forehead with the back of his shaky hand.
God, what did Pony do to him? He was just fine, until last nights mishap and now he felt like he had lost his mind.
Soda jumped out of bed and went over to the dresser for clean clothes.
He didn't know what he was going to do about the sticky sheets. He couldn't strip them off, because Pony was still past out on the bed and waking him was the last thing he wanted to do.
He hurried out of the room to the bathroom and closed the door, dropping his clothes to the floor.
He tore his dirty boxers off and tossed them in the corner.
He turned on the water and got in the shower.
After a couple minutes, the steaming water turned icy cold.
"What the –"
And, he was back in last night with Ponyboy. Pony's wet, naked body embracing his, and having those soft, sweet lips on his. Then, all the sudden he's back in his dream, pounding into his beautiful, moaning brother.
Soda shook his head from his disturbing thoughts.
He groaned out in disgust as he found himself aroused.
"What the hell did ya do to me, Ponyboy?" He growled out quietly to himself.
He just didn't get it. He did love Pony, he was his brother after all, but not like his messed up mind was making it out to be.
He liked girls, not his brother.
He shut off the water and got out of the shower quickly. He pulled on his clean boxers and hissed in pain as he put his pants on, restraining his erection. He pulled a white t-shirt up over his head and hurried out of the bathroom.
"Hey little buddy whe-"
But, Soda just ran straight out of the house, without answering his older brother or even before letting him finish his question.
He just needed to get out for a while … clear his messed up head.
Sodapop Curtis was the biggest babe magnet in Tulsa. He attracted girls like honey attracted bees.
There was no way in hell that he was in love with his brother.
He liked girls, not his brother and he was going to prove it.
The whole gang, but Dally came through the door.
"Hey, Superman, where is that middle brother of yours?" Steve asked when he didn't see Soda anywhere. Darry came out of the kitchen with a dazed expression on his face. He looked at Johnny. "Johnny, can you go wake Pony up, so he can eat his breakfast?" Johnny nodded his head and went in Soda and Pony's room. Darry then looked to Steve. "I-I don't know … He just ran out of the house like the devil was after him a half hour ago." He answered his question with a hint of concern in his voice. Steve's eyes widened. "What? But, we need to be at work in twenty-five minutes!" Darry nodded slowly. "Yeah, I know … and we need to leave now." He sighed.
"I don't know what he was thinking just running out like that when he has work to go to, I mean he forgets lots of things, but he never forgets about work." "Well, what should we do?" Steve asked, concerned and frustrated at his best friend. "Well, we have to go to work. Maybe, he'll come into work later or maybe he's already at the DX, but if he's not, then cover for him. It's not like Soda to just, runaway, he'll be back." Darry answered, even though he really wanted to skip work and search for him, but he couldn't, they needed the money. Steve nodded half-heartingly. Darry went to get his tools, and then he and Steve were off.
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"Hey, Pony, get up." Johnny whispered, shaking his best friend awake. Pony groaned. "How ya feelin'," "Like I've been hit by a truck," He groaned out. "Johnny, I think I'm sick or something." "Or somethin'," Came Two-bit from the door way. "Ya ain't sick. You're experiencing your first hangover, kid." Two-bit laughed. "Man, ya are one funny drunk. It was a riot. "Pony stared at him like he was the dumbest, craziest person on earth. "What are you talking about, Two-bit? I don't drink, so I could of not been drunk, you idiot." "Someone must of spiked the punch or somethin' kid, cuz you were totally outta it. Ya were so outta of it that you ran down the streets with nothin' on." Pony eyes widened as he looked over to his best friend with desperate, confused eyes. "I'm sorry, Pony, but it's true." Johnny said softly. "Oh man." Pony sighed, bringing his hand up to his forehead as he closed his eyes. Suddenly his eyes snapped opened. "D-Darry didn't catch me, did he?" "No, ole' Superman was sleepin' when we brought ya home and Soda had your back." Two-bit answered with his normal goofy grin.
"You are so lucky to have a brother like Soda. He always has your back." Johnny said with a small smile. Pony managed a weak smile. "Yeah Soda's the best." Johnny stood up. "Where are ya going?" Pony asked with slight panic. "I'm going to get ya somethin' to make ya feel better." Johnny answered softly, before leaving the room. Two-bit sat beside Pony on the bed. He had his mouth open to start on wisecracking, when his hand fell on something wet and sticky on the bed. "What the –"He looked down to see white clumps on the sheets.
He jumped out of the bed and he looked at Pony with wide eyes, face pale. "Is that what I think it is?" Pony stared at him with confusion as he followed his gaze to Soda's side of the bed. "Is there somethin' going on that I don't know about kid?" Two-bit joked, his goofy grin back on his face. Pony's eyes widened at the implication. "No, you idiot, we're brothers you perverted clown. Soda just probably had another wet dream and didn't want to wake me up so he just left without cleaning the sheets." Two-bit's goofy smile stretched into a mischievous one. "Sure."
When Johnny came back in the room, Two-bit was frustrating and embarrassing Pony with his wisecracks. Pony's face was as red as a tomato.
"Two-bit, you're lucky I don't feel good, because I would kill you if I could move a muscle without being in pain!" Pony winced at his own loud voice.
"Well, of course you're in pain, after the long night ya had with your brother."
Pony groaned in frustration. Johnny stared at them in confusion. "What are ya guys talkin' about?"
Two-bit turned to him with a humorous expression and pointed to a spot on the bed.
"Sleeping is not the only thing our Curtis buddies do in this bed."
Johnny's eyes got wide as he looked at the spot Two-bit pointed at.
"Johnny, Two-bit is being disgusting, don't listen to his messed up, twisted logic. Soda just had a dream that's all." Pony explained exasperated.
Johnny's eyes went back to their normal size.
"Leave him alone. Get out and go eat the rest of the Curtis's chocolate cake like every mornin'." Johnny said, defending his best friend.
He gave Pony two aspirins and a cup of coffee. "These will make ya feel better. Take the aspirins and drink the coffee, then sleep the hangover off."
"Okay." Pony whispered. "I would change the sheets, before I went back to sleep in that bed if I were ya." Two-bit said, cocking an eye brow.
Johnny gave Two-bit a look. "Two-bit," He warned. Two-bit smiled his goofy smile at him. He ruffled his hair, before he walked out of the room.
Pony swallowed the aspirins and slowly drank the coffee. "Johnny?" "Hm," "Will you lay with me?"
Johnny smiled. "Of course, Pony, just let me change the sheets first."
Johnny helped Pony out of bed and gently sat him on the floor as he replaced the dirty sheets with the clean sheets he got from the closet.
He helped Pony back in bed and got in beside him. Johnny put an arm around him and Pony snuggled into Johnny and they both drifted off to sleep.
Sodapop Curtis was on edge sitting on the couch in the living room with a sheepish and worried expression on his face. It was 2 a.m. and his baby brother, Ponyboy still wasn't home yet.
Kieth "Two-bit" Matthews had dragged Ponyboy and Johnny Cade along with him to a friends party. It started at eight and ended at midnight, so Ponyboy should be home by now.
Their older brother, Darry Curtis had gone straight to bed when he got home around 7:50 pm. He had mumbled something about problems with his boss and being tired as hell and went straight to his room to sleep, not even waking up to have dinner. He's been coming back home more and more exhausted, because he's been working more hours lately to keep up with the bills.
Sodapop's glad Darry's sleeping like a bear at hibernation, because he really doesn't want his brothers to fight again.
All of the sudden Two-bit and Johnny come through the front door; each had an arm around a drunken boy, who was smiling goofily like Two-bit does.
Soda stood up from the couch immediately.
"Is he drunk?" Soda asked in alert.
"Yeah, I think someone messed with the punch or somthin', cuz this kid didn't touch any alcohol there and only drank the punch they had."
Two-bit laughed with an expression smiliar to the drunken kid who was still being supported by him and Johnny.
"Glory, I never thought in all my life that I would see Ponyboy Curtis drunk, but man was it funny. He might be shy and quiet most of the time, but give him some alcohol and he sheds his shell, and he goes around talkin' to everyone, ramblin' on and on about shit that doesn't even make sense … and he does some crazy ass things. He's the funniest drunk I ever seen and met."
Johnny grinned, trying to stifle his own laughter from pouring out.
"Yeah, it sure was funny I got to admit. I got to see a whole different side to my best friend, Ponyboy Michael Curtis. It was just funny to see him actin' so … unPonylike."
Soda couldn't help but smirk at what he was hearing from the two. It was very rare for his baby brother to get drunk.
"Well, I'm glad ya guys had fun, but what took ya so long to bring him back home? The party ended at midnight, didn't it?"
Two-bit and Johnny looked at each other, then at Pony, then back at Soda, holding in their laughters.
"Yeah, it did, but we had a bit of a problem to deal with."
Soda cocked an eyebrow.
"What kind of problem?" He asked curiously but slowly.
"Well, at the end of the party, I went to go look for the boys. I found Johnnycake leaning against a pole or somethin', but Pony wasn't with him. He said that Pony went to the bathroom, so we went up there to get him, but all we found was his clothes in a pile on the floor near the toilet and the window was wide open. We went outside and spent a little over an hour chasin' your naked brother down the streets, so we could put his clothes back on."
Soda broke down and laughed.
"Wait, Pony here was streakin'? My innocent baby brother was streakin'? Ya can definitely know he's drunk 'cause he wouldn't do that if he was sober, he's too self-conscious for some weird reason, he can't even undress in front of me and I'm his own blood."
"Well, like I said, he does some crazy ass things when he's drunk, just like he did tonight."
Two-bit laughed, but he turned serious all the sudden.
"Where's Superman? I was so sure that he was gonna attack me before I even made it to the door and smash my head to the ground, when he saw Pony drunk."
"Well, today is your lucky day, 'cause Darry is sleepin', been sleepin' since he came home like a bear."
Soda sighed.
"He's been workin' too much lately and it's been wearin' him out like he's already forty somethin'."
Two-bit's goofy smile came back on his face. "Shoot, I'm just glad that I can live another day. Just do me a favor and make sure the big guy doesn't find out about this, cuz I wanna live to see my nineteenth birthday."
Soda laughed, nodding a little.
"Yeah, sure."
He didn't like lying or keeping things from Darry, but he didn't want to rat his baby brother out as well. "Well, I hate to leave ya hanging," Two-bit started, as he handed the drunken Pony over to Soda.
Pony held onto Sodas' waist, leaning all his body weight on him. Soda wrapped his drunken baby brother in his arms. "But, I got to get home and I'm bringin' Johnnycakes with me, cuz it ain't safe for him to go home at this time of night. He could wake up his old man and get in a lot of trouble and we don't want that." He wrapped an arm around Johnny's shoulder. "Now, do we, Johnnycake?" Johnny slowly shook his head. "See ya later, Curtis'." Two-bit said, dragging Johnny a long with him to the front door.
"Wait, you're just gonna leave me to take care of a drunken Pony by myself?" Soda asked in mock disbelief. "Hey, me and Johnnycake took care of him all night, our shifts are finished for the day, it's your turn now, besides you're his brother, you should know wha' to do, it's your job to take care of him anways." Two-bit joked.
Then, they left into the coldness of the night. Soda got a good whiff of his drunken baby brother in his arms and blanched. "God, Pony, it smells like ya took a shower in alcohol, instead of drinkin' it."
Pony looked over at him with his goofy, drunken smile. "Maybe, I did, Sodapop, ya never know." Soda laughed and started walking Pony in the direction of the bathroom. "Well, if ya want to keep this from our big, scary, strict , superman brother, then we're gonna have to get ya cleaned up, cuz if we don't, he'll find out tomorrow mornin' just by smellin' ya."
Pony laughed a little too loudly, letting out a big snort, as well as bobbing his head. Soda immediately covered his mouth with his hand to silent him. "Shhh, don't be so loud, baby, ya'll end up wakin' Darry." Pony nodded his head a little. Soda took his hand off. "Sorry," Pony slurred.
"It's ok." Soda said softly. He led him into the bathroom and sat him down on the toilet seat. He closed the door gently and locked it. "Pony, baby, get undressed, so ya can take a shower." Soda told his baby brother as he started the shower. Arms wrapped around Soda's waist and he felt hot breath on the back of his neck, making him shiver. "Aren't ya gonna take one with me?" Soda's eyes widened a bit as he got out of Pony's hold and turned to him. "No, Pony, I don't smell like alcohol like ya do, I don't need a shower." "So?" Pony pouted, crossing his arms stubbornly like he was six all over again. "I ain't getting' in that shower without ya," Soda's eyes went even wider. "Why do I need to go in? Like I said before, I don't need a shower … and-and besides … d-don't ya think it would be … kind of awkward?"
Sure, they were brothers, but it would still be awkward. I mean, brothers or not, they were still two teenage boys and two teenage boys should not do things, such as taking a shower together … though two teenage boys should not share a bed either … but that was different. "Please, Soda, I don't wanna be in there alone." Pony begged, grabbing Soda's hand. "I need ya." Soda raised an eyebrow questioningly. He wanted to ask him why he needed him to go in the shower with him, but decided against it and shook his head, looking down.
Sure, Pony depended on him a lot even when he was sober, but not like this. God, he was clingier when he was drunk. And, sure, Soda liked how dependent his baby brother was to him, because it made him feel special, important, like he had a purpose. It was one of the many reasons why they were so close.
But, this was awkward … What Pony wanted him to do made him uncomfortable.
Soda sighed, deciding to try again. He looked down to his brother who was now kind of sitting on the floor still holding Sodas' waist. "Pony, get in the shower." "No, not with ya," Pony argued. Two-bit was so wrong, drunken Ponyboy was not fun, not fun at all. "Fine," Soda snapped. He didn't mean to. He never yelled at Pony ever, but he was making him feel weird and he didn't like it. He just wanted this shit to stop and go to bed. "Don't take a shower, stay smelling like a drunken hobo and see if I care if Darry finds out ya been drinking and got drunk."
Before, he could even grab the door knob; Pony stopped him by grabbing his arm. "Pl-please, Soda, don't leave me alone.." Soda looked at him slowly. His misty green eyes were filled with tears.
Soda softened, sighing softly. That was one of his weaknesses. He hated it when his baby brother cried.
"Fine, ok … just get undressed and get in."
Pony smiled and got undressed as fast as his drunken state would let him and jumped in the shower.
Soda heard Pony yelp a few seconds later and looked towards the shower place.
"Pony, what's wrong?"
"C-c-c-cold," Pony stammered, like he was out of breath.
Soda blinked.
Surely it hadn't been that long.
Soda sighed again, slowly undressing himself.
As soon as he went into the shower, Pony pulled him into a tight embrace, so every part of their naked bodies were touching each other, and laid his head on his older brothers' shoulder.
Weirdly, it felt amazing. Soda got this warm feeling at the pit of his stomach and his skin felt like it was on fire, he could barely feel the freezing droplets of water hit his skin.
Soda felt disgusted at himself for feeling like that. Pony was his brother, his baby brother, his drunk baby brother.
He could not feel that way about his own brother.
"Pony, w-what are ya doin'?" Soda stammered.
Pony took his head off of Soda's shoulder to look up at him with puppy-like eyes.
"I love ya, Sodapop."
Then, he kissed him...on the lips.
God, his lips were so soft and tasted so sweet. His heart pounded against his chest. He got this lightheaded feeling.
No one has made him feel like that since the time he was dating Sandy.
He found himself kissing back, as Pony runs his fingers through his wet golden strands. Soda caressed Pony's back.
His skin was so soft, so flawless, it made him just want to – That's when he realized what he was doing.
THIS WAS HIS BROTHER! Never before had he hated that word. Soda was always glad Pony was his brother, but now he wishes he wasn't.
This was so wrong, it was disgusting and shameful.
Soda broke away, pushing Pony gently off of him.
"Pony, you're drunk, ya don't know what you're doin' or sayin'. Ya don't love me like that. We're brothers, brothers don't do stuff like that …It's wrong. This is wrong, Ponyboy."
"I ain't just sayin' that, cuz I'm drunk. I love ya, not like a brother, I really love ya." Pony started to tear up again.
Soda softened again and pulled his baby brother into a hug.
It broke his heart to see his baby brother cry. He hated it.
Soda stroked his wet hair as he hugged him close.
"Shh, baby, I'm sorry, it's just … well, you're drunk, no, totally wasted and ya don't know what ya are doin'. That's what being drunk does to ya; it takes away your common sense. I sure as hell know that ya wouldn't be actin' this way if ya were sober … and I don't wanna take advantage of ya … Plus, shoot, kid you're my baby brother, my own flesh in blood, get the picture? We can't do things like this, Pony, its wrong, so fuckin' wrong."
He normally wouldn't swear, he rarely ever did, because unlike the rest of the gang, the Curtis's parents raised them better than that, but man was he stressing out.
He's never … never ever never in his life felt this way toward his baby brother before, so why in the hell was he now? … Was it just because he was making moves on him?
HE WAS DRUNK GODDAMMIT, HE DIDN'T KNOW WHAT HE WAS DOING!
What was Soda's excuse?
WHAT THE FUCK WAS WRONG WITH HIM?
When Pony wasn't saying anything, he looked down at him to see that he was passed out in his arms. Chapter 2 •This is Rated M. So read if you dare too.• Thanks to Jay N. for helping me with this chapter... <3 Pony was moaning under Soda as he pounded into him. Both boys were sweating and the older boy was panting as he concentrated on pleasuring his brother.
"Oh, god, Ponyboy …" Soda moaned out breathlessly as he came in his brother.
He felt warm, sticky stuff spill on his stomach seconds later. As he was catching his breath, he looked down into his brother's beautiful eyes and leaned down to connect their lips into a gentle kiss. Soda nuzzled Pony's neck as Pony ran his hands through his sweaty golden hair.
"I love you, Pony, baby."
Soda woke up in a start. He sat up abruptly, sweating and panting. He felt warm, wet, stickiness in his boxers and the sheets around him.
What the hell was that? He's never dreamed about his brother like that before. He's a sixteen year old hormonal teenager, so of course he had wet dreams before, but they have never been about a boy, let alone his own brother.
Is he coming down with something? He felt his sweaty forehead with the back of his shaky hand.
God, what did Pony do to him? He was just fine, until last nights mishap and now he felt like he had lost his mind.
Soda jumped out of bed and went over to the dresser for clean clothes.
He didn't know what he was going to do about the sticky sheets. He couldn't strip them off, because Pony was still past out on the bed and waking him was the last thing he wanted to do.
He hurried out of the room to the bathroom and closed the door, dropping his clothes to the floor.
He tore his dirty boxers off and tossed them in the corner.
He turned on the water and got in the shower.
After a couple minutes, the steaming water turned icy cold.
"What the –"
And, he was back in last night with Ponyboy. Pony's wet, naked body embracing his, and having those soft, sweet lips on his. Then, all the sudden he's back in his dream, pounding into his beautiful, moaning brother.
Soda shook his head from his disturbing thoughts.
He groaned out in disgust as he found himself aroused.
"What the hell did ya do to me, Ponyboy?" He growled out quietly to himself.
He just didn't get it. He did love Pony, he was his brother after all, but not like his messed up mind was making it out to be.
He liked girls, not his brother.
He shut off the water and got out of the shower quickly. He pulled on his clean boxers and hissed in pain as he put his pants on, restraining his erection. He pulled a white t-shirt up over his head and hurried out of the bathroom.
"Hey little buddy whe-"
But, Soda just ran straight out of the house, without answering his older brother or even before letting him finish his question.
He just needed to get out for a while … clear his messed up head.
Sodapop Curtis was the biggest babe magnet in Tulsa. He attracted girls like honey attracted bees.
There was no way in hell that he was in love with his brother.
He liked girls, not his brother and he was going to prove it.
The whole gang, but Dally came through the door.
"Hey, Superman, where is that middle brother of yours?" Steve asked when he didn't see Soda anywhere. Darry came out of the kitchen with a dazed expression on his face. He looked at Johnny. "Johnny, can you go wake Pony up, so he can eat his breakfast?" Johnny nodded his head and went in Soda and Pony's room. Darry then looked to Steve. "I-I don't know … He just ran out of the house like the devil was after him a half hour ago." He answered his question with a hint of concern in his voice. Steve's eyes widened. "What? But, we need to be at work in twenty-five minutes!" Darry nodded slowly. "Yeah, I know … and we need to leave now." He sighed.
"I don't know what he was thinking just running out like that when he has work to go to, I mean he forgets lots of things, but he never forgets about work." "Well, what should we do?" Steve asked, concerned and frustrated at his best friend. "Well, we have to go to work. Maybe, he'll come into work later or maybe he's already at the DX, but if he's not, then cover for him. It's not like Soda to just, runaway, he'll be back." Darry answered, even though he really wanted to skip work and search for him, but he couldn't, they needed the money. Steve nodded half-heartingly. Darry went to get his tools, and then he and Steve were off.
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"Hey, Pony, get up." Johnny whispered, shaking his best friend awake. Pony groaned. "How ya feelin'," "Like I've been hit by a truck," He groaned out. "Johnny, I think I'm sick or something." "Or somethin'," Came Two-bit from the door way. "Ya ain't sick. You're experiencing your first hangover, kid." Two-bit laughed. "Man, ya are one funny drunk. It was a riot. "Pony stared at him like he was the dumbest, craziest person on earth. "What are you talking about, Two-bit? I don't drink, so I could of not been drunk, you idiot." "Someone must of spiked the punch or somethin' kid, cuz you were totally outta it. Ya were so outta of it that you ran down the streets with nothin' on." Pony eyes widened as he looked over to his best friend with desperate, confused eyes. "I'm sorry, Pony, but it's true." Johnny said softly. "Oh man." Pony sighed, bringing his hand up to his forehead as he closed his eyes. Suddenly his eyes snapped opened. "D-Darry didn't catch me, did he?" "No, ole' Superman was sleepin' when we brought ya home and Soda had your back." Two-bit answered with his normal goofy grin.
"You are so lucky to have a brother like Soda. He always has your back." Johnny said with a small smile. Pony managed a weak smile. "Yeah Soda's the best." Johnny stood up. "Where are ya going?" Pony asked with slight panic. "I'm going to get ya somethin' to make ya feel better." Johnny answered softly, before leaving the room. Two-bit sat beside Pony on the bed. He had his mouth open to start on wisecracking, when his hand fell on something wet and sticky on the bed. "What the –"He looked down to see white clumps on the sheets.
He jumped out of the bed and he looked at Pony with wide eyes, face pale. "Is that what I think it is?" Pony stared at him with confusion as he followed his gaze to Soda's side of the bed. "Is there somethin' going on that I don't know about kid?" Two-bit joked, his goofy grin back on his face. Pony's eyes widened at the implication. "No, you idiot, we're brothers you perverted clown. Soda just probably had another wet dream and didn't want to wake me up so he just left without cleaning the sheets." Two-bit's goofy smile stretched into a mischievous one. "Sure."
When Johnny came back in the room, Two-bit was frustrating and embarrassing Pony with his wisecracks. Pony's face was as red as a tomato.
"Two-bit, you're lucky I don't feel good, because I would kill you if I could move a muscle without being in pain!" Pony winced at his own loud voice.
"Well, of course you're in pain, after the long night ya had with your brother."
Pony groaned in frustration. Johnny stared at them in confusion. "What are ya guys talkin' about?"
Two-bit turned to him with a humorous expression and pointed to a spot on the bed.
"Sleeping is not the only thing our Curtis buddies do in this bed."
Johnny's eyes got wide as he looked at the spot Two-bit pointed at.
"Johnny, Two-bit is being disgusting, don't listen to his messed up, twisted logic. Soda just had a dream that's all." Pony explained exasperated.
Johnny's eyes went back to their normal size.
"Leave him alone. Get out and go eat the rest of the Curtis's chocolate cake like every mornin'." Johnny said, defending his best friend.
He gave Pony two aspirins and a cup of coffee. "These will make ya feel better. Take the aspirins and drink the coffee, then sleep the hangover off."
"Okay." Pony whispered. "I would change the sheets, before I went back to sleep in that bed if I were ya." Two-bit said, cocking an eye brow.
Johnny gave Two-bit a look. "Two-bit," He warned. Two-bit smiled his goofy smile at him. He ruffled his hair, before he walked out of the room.
Pony swallowed the aspirins and slowly drank the coffee. "Johnny?" "Hm," "Will you lay with me?"
Johnny smiled. "Of course, Pony, just let me change the sheets first."
Johnny helped Pony out of bed and gently sat him on the floor as he replaced the dirty sheets with the clean sheets he got from the closet.
He helped Pony back in bed and got in beside him. Johnny put an arm around him and Pony snuggled into Johnny and they both drifted off to sleep.
