16 Candles

Cake and Ice Cream

Ponyboy Michael Curtis had just turned 16. He would be a junior in a few months. Better classes and older kids. The same kids but maybe, hopefully more mature. His big brothers had threw him a small birthday party, scraping up what cash they had to get their kid brother a present or two. Now it was 8 o'clock; The gang already stayed up outside and watched the sunset. Well, almost everybody did. Darry had to stay inside cause the pollen tore him right up. Spring was here, May flowers blooming and kept siblings in. There was cake, not chocolate. When it came to birthdays, the gang got ice cream for desert and a small cake for the birthday boy, whatever flavor they wanted, usually it was a different flavored cake for a change of taste. This year Pony chose strawberry with white icing. That's what he got. He got 16 candles and blew them all out into the dark, making wishes. The crowded living room cheered happily for the teenager. After the candles were blown out, then TwoBit and Sodapop went to the kitchen to make the gangs ice creams. Soda had to push down with all his might to cut into the frozen block of cream. The metal spoon bared into his hand and made him stop and try again. He finally got the scoops and now came the whipped cream. TwoBit's turn. That bastard, he got cocky and played a trick on Sodapop. He subtly knocked his spoon to the floor.

"Aw, shit, Soda could you get for me?" He asked, innocently. Soda, being a kind person nodded.

"Yeah, sure, man." He bent over and TwoBit kicked the spoon further, under the table.

"Aw, fuck, sorry dude."

"Nah, s'fine." Soda sighed, grunting as he got to his sore knees. He had been working so hard all week for enough money to get Pony's gift. ((Wait...no)) He had got under hoods, under cars themselves, running the register and even asked his boss for extra work. Since stock was kept up, he got to scrub the DX floor clean. Beyond the clothes was aching, throbbing, almost bloody knees. Soda reached through the chairs and grabbed the spoon. When he sat back up, a hand grabbed the back of his head, blonde hair fitting through his fingers. He stared in surprise as TwoBit grabbed him. TwoBit shook the can in the Blondie's face, at his crotch, looking like he was pleasing himself. The boy above him groaned and moaned. Soda opened his mouth to yell but before a single protest could reach his throat, the cap was put on his tongue and pressed down, cream filing his mouth and out on his face some. Sodapop stared with huge eyes, shocked. The silver spoon dropped and clammered on the hardwood floor. A bit of metled ice cream was with it. He looked to the taller male who was moaning "Aw yeah, take it, baby." Soda soon broke the surprised look and glared, gonna get him back for all that sexual harassment.

He gulped down the white cream and ran his tongue out on his chin to clear off any more. The shorter male hooked his fingers in TwoBit's belt loops on his jeans and pulled him closer. He pressed his lips to his package and darts out his tongue, pushing down the denim flap that hid the silver zipper. Soda bit down, taking the metal piece in his teeth and unzipped his pants. As he lowered back to pull down that strip. Soda looked up at TwoBit with big needy brown eyes. He pulled on his jeans, spreading that denim and flicked his tongue in quick to the briefs so the zipper wouldn't bite him back. He rolled his tongue in the hole of the jeans, dampening his white underpants and bites the denim between his teeth, the button in his mouth and two layers of blue jeans. He lowered himself again and TwoBit's pants start coming off. The taller boy snapped out of the trance he was put into, liking this and getting caught up in the moment. He stopped Soda, pushing him back and whispering.

"Woah, woah, woah, woah there buddy..." And got his pants back up. TwoBit smirked and got his zipper back up. "Nice mouth there, though. Like to test it out officially, later." He said, winking down at him and ruffling his blonde hair. As for now, they had ice cream to hand out.

Soda cleaned up his mess and made sure he was clean before entering the living room and handing out individual bowls of dessert. The gang was watching some soap opera for now. Later would be an hour long Mickey Mouse show.

Pony got half way through his small cake when he stopped and leaned back on Darry's legs. The oldest brother sat behind him, in front of the TV while watching the girls on television. Now those icy blue eyes was peering down at Ponyboy. Reddish brown hair strayed on the muscular thighs, the boy sighing. Darry smiled.

"Full?"

Pony just groaned in response, making whoever was watching laugh. Pony sat back up, snarling at his cake.

"Not like chocolate..."

"Did you not like it?" TwoBit asked.

"Well...I thought I would. Just wanted to try something different."

"So you wasted it?" Darry looked to TwoBit, winking.

"What?" Pony turned back to his big brother. "I didn't waste it!- I'll still eat it." he said, looking to the pink and white dessert just for him.

"You know what we do with people who waste don't ya?" TwoBit asked, setting down his plastic bowl and spoon. Ponyboy moved back, going to make an escape. Darry set his foot between his kid brother and the coffee table. There was a pause and a few shifty eyes. Pony shot up, only to get a bionic arm around his waist, owned by Superman. TwoBit grabbed his legs and up Pony went, face dangling right over the cake. He was crying out, laughing and screaming for mercy.

"Ya know what we do with people who waste?!" TwoBit cried. Ponyboy had hold of his siblings strong arm, crying out.

"No-o-o-o!" He was laughing too hard. Down his face went into the cake, icing on him, making a mess of himself. Back up he went, standing on his own two feet now and stumbling back. He fell into Darry and both planted on the couch. The gang was laughing, even old hard heart Dallas.