Quandary ~Johnnyboy, Stevepop, Dal-Bit

I dream of

January 24th, Friday
Pony's POV:
This week has been a long week. I'm fifteen and I'm a boy, I usually touch myself everyday. Sometimes more than once. Not doing that is literally making me lose my sanity. And I crave physical touch, I crave being hugged and kissed. I want my ex-boyfriend to hug me and call me hot.

Seeing him at school is torture, seeing him in his sweats and his sweaters that are mine. And his hair falling down his back and his bangs and layers off the sides. He's been straightening his hair a lot recently. We talk but not nearly as much as we used to. When you can't touch someone it's almost easier to just try not to talk to them all together.

But when he's here at my house, down in the play room with everyone. This. This is torture.

Sitting here with everyone talking, but all you can pay attention to is the ache in your arms that needs a warm hug, and the beating in your pants that needs to be played with and spanked. Feeling the glances from him biting his lip and hopping you can't see how bothered he looks. Hopping you can't see him soaking through his shorts, so he sits differently.

"Pony!" Soda shoves me and I go flying to a short extent answering him with nothing but a-

"Huh?"

"Y'all are both like dead. What are you on?" I guess he was talking about me and Johnny.

We've both been crazy quiet.

"Testosterone." I think in my head.

"Nothing. I literally feel like nothing." Johnny smiles but not like happily and his eyes don't sparkle they gloss.

"What happened?" Dally holds him.

"Nothing, I'm just so bored with my life." And he starts crying like how Johnny does.

I sob into the floor as soon as I see him crying.
I feel Steven rubbing my back.

"Hey, why don't y'all just stop the challenge or whatever?" Tommy suggest.

I look up at Johnny, "can we stop?"

"Of course we can stop." his face is tear stained.

"Okay." I sniffle, "wanna go up to my room and cuddle?"

"Nakedly or clothed?" he asks me.

"All of the above."

"What that hell?" he looks at me like I'm crazy before getting up and laughing.

I take his hand and we head up the stairs.

What we do upstairs in my room
no one has to know.

No one has to know where we kissed each other.
No one has to know where we left hickies, or where we were spanked.
No one has to know what we did. It's between us.

I think Johnny's getting in the shower now. I'm falling asleep.

Johnny's POV:
After I showered and changed I actually went back down stairs to the play room. I'm in a much better mood than I was when I first got down here. I had been longing for Pony's touch. For his gray eyes and the way he told me "I love you." for the softness of his body when hugged me.

I sat down on the floor everyone staring at me.

"Gone for an hour and come back alone?" Two-bit raises an eyebrow.

"He's asleep." I motion back to the stairs.

"So what'd y'all do?" Soda asks.

I heat up in embarrassment and memory.
I can't tell them that.