16 Candles

Day With Johnnycakes

Its been about a week since the youngest gang members birthday. Sodapop and TwoBit haven't really talked since the interactions that last took between them. Johnny was dealing with his feelings for Darry still, just as normal really. The urges and attraction was increasing slowly but surely. And as for Ponyboy, he was being haunted by the actions of the cold soul, Dallas Winston.

Now, its Saturday, Darry had work, Soda and Steve had a few hours of the DX, and Ponyboy got to do what he wished. Johnny would surely come over soon, maybe TwoBit too. ..Maybe Dallas. The auburn haired teen sighs and rolls out of bed. Its 9:39 now and everyone had done and gone to work. He stretches and decides to get a nice hot shower. He heads downstairs, forgetting his clothes and just grabs a towel from the hall closet. He heads to the bathroom and closes the door. Pony opens the small window to keep the room somewhat clear. The boy goes ahead and turns on the shower head and steps out of his briefs. He messes with the knobs and gets it more on the warm side. He steps in and pulls the curtain closed.

Pony always loved these times in the bath. He could forget his troubles in the hot water. The identity of being a greaser couldn't be found in the shampoo and soap. Everybody looked the same here in the bath.

"You're the devil in disguise.." He sings softly in the shower, remembering only a few verses of the Elvis song. The water circles the drain and fills with bubbles from Pony's hair. He sighs in the steam and washes his pale body with the old rag and soap bar. He rinses his body off and turns off the water as it starts turning cold. He pulls the curtain back and grabs his blue towel from off the sink and dries his face and hair. He runs the towel down his neck and torso and quickly pats down his legs and between them. He steps out now and walks across the tiled floor and ties the towel on his hips. He opens the door, drawing in a big breath as the cooler air washes in over his hot body. Pony picks his green eyes up and widen as they land on the tall, bleach blonde, ice blue eyed man in his living room. The auburn haired boy tenses.

"Dallas?"

The New Yorker smiles as he sits on the arm of the Curtis' couch. He gets up and tosses his Kools pack onto the coffee table. He strides over in a cool sway as he blows out some smoke. Seems he lit up a bit ago. Dallas puts his arm on the wall, above Pony's head. He's towering over the boy.

"Get a shower there, Ponyboy?"

The teenager glares very mildly, sending more of a confused look.

"Obviously." He snaps, feeling intimidated by the height gap.

"Don't he a smart ass, kid." He warns, taking his cig and blowing smoke in his face.

Pony turns his head at first, coughing a bit but starts taking in what's left of the smoke. God, the nicotine wakened his senses. He needed one. The blonde smirks.

"Ain't smoked in awhile, huh, Pony?"

"Not yet. Just got up." He says, leaning against the wall now.

"Wanna drag?"

Pony nods and reaches up, hoping for it. He moves his hand back in slight embarrassment as Dallas's doesn't give it up just yet. The blonde takes a deep breath and moves the cig from his lips. Pony reaches for it again and gives a confused look as the blonde moves it away and back behind his own head. Pony looks back to him and tenses as Dally creeps closer to him. Dallas brushes their lips together and slowly exhales the smoke into the teenager. Pony is light headed and dizzy as the man touches his lips. Dallas moves back and smiles at him. He moves the cancer stick into Ponyboy's mouth, letting him have it.

"You're dripping everywhere, let's go get you dressed." The blonde suggests and leads the teenager to his bedroom. Water pips down wherever the 16 year old steps. The teen's head is spinning. What the hell was going on? Dallas Winston just blew his smoke into him. Now he's gonna dress him? What?