Oh, Lordy

1

I get out of bed and sigh, slept in since I don't sleep much anymore. I glance at the clock on mine snd Soda's wall, ten o'clock's pretty late even for me.

'Guess I'm home alone.'

I'm outta school since I'm eighteen and already graduated so I don't need to be up anyways, Darry ain't houndin me yet for work so I'm takin advantage.

I hear a sound and get confused real fast, I thought I was alone but that's the tv I hear. Darry and Soda have work, who the hell is in my living room? I walk out and see Steve on my couch, why is he here? Last time I checked, he hates me and I don't like it. He sees me and turns the volume down.

"You slept so late that yer brothers got worried, told em that I'd stay with you since I don't gotta work today." "I don't need a babysitter, especially one who hates my guts." Steve looks at me all confused, the hell is that look for? I head for my kitchen and look for somethin to make myself when I heard someone enter the kitchen. I turn and see Steve starin at me, I can't tell what he's thinkin though and it pisses me off.

"You think I hate you that much?" "You don't give me a reason not to think like that. I'm pretty much grown now and you made me feel despised since before I was a teenager, pretty hard not to think you hate my very existence."

I don't look at him, I can't. A part of me wants to hate Steve back, but I can't. A bigger part of me wants somethin wrong, something that I know isn't right.

Tulsa ain't exactly one of them 'progressive' towns really, not to mention it's 1969. Being gay out here ain't exactly welcome, and I ain't losing my life over tellin a guy who'd rather kick me than kiss me that I fancy him. He steps closer to me and I end up with my back against the fridge.

"What?" "Pony, I don't hate you..." "You don't?" Man was I confused. Steve shook his head at me and stepped closer.

Real close.

I could smell the tobacco on his breath, the grease in his hair, the cologne on his shirt.

My heart starts beating real hard, I think he can probably hear it. Steve looks me straight in the eye and I still can't tell what this man is thinkin. Ain't fair at all.

"Ponyboy... I never hated you... I just had to show the emotion that hid everythin..." He looks at my lips and I can't help but do the same. He grins at me.

"You feel the same... Now come ere before someone comes in..." Steve puts a hand on my lower back, a bit above my ass. I put mine on the back of his head, almost wantin to just mess up his greasy hair. Him and I both see my bedroom door open and nod, buys us more time.

I run to my bedroom and jump onto my bed, hearing Steve close the door for us. He looks down at me and kicks his shoes off, a look in his eyes that I've wanted to see for so long. Steve's lookin at me, like he just wants me and only me.

"Lordy... I have fuckin dreamed of seein you like that..." "Anything you want different?" "Yeah... Yer shirt on the floor..." Steve pretty much pounces onto me, hovering above my body before crashing his lips into mine. I tug at the end of his shirt a bit as I start to get lost in his kiss. I feel Steve's lips leave mine and I let out a huff, but when I open my eyes his shirt is gone. He smiles at me and goes for my shirt.

"Gotta be patient, Pony~" I help him take my shirt off and I flip us over. I straddle his hips and he sits up to meet me in another kiss, even more crazy than the last one. He turns us over again so that I'm flat on my bed. I feel his cold and rough hand gliding over my body and I shutter, no one has ever made me feel this good. He smiles into the kiss against my lips as I try and catch my breath.

"Feel nice~? Don't worry though, I ain't goin too far since I don't wanna screw it up yet." I nod and he kisses my chest, making my hands go for his cheeks. I pull him up to my face and kiss him more, my pants feel kinda tight. His other hand goes for my hair, I just woke up so it ain't greased up yet. Steve's hand stopped movin and just stays on my hip, keepin him from crushing me as he strokes his thumb over my hip bone.

"Steve..." "Hearin you say my name... That does somethin to me..." "Same when you say mine..." "Ponyboy..." Steve whispers in my ear, his lips touchin beside it then kissin on my neck while I gasp. That makes me squirm and my pants are starting to hurt a bit.

"Steve... We don't gotta do anything but please can I open my jeans?..." Steve takes his hand out of my hair and hovers above me, unbuttonin my jeans and helping shift me so I'm not in pain from my pants. I know he felt me twitch when he touched my hard on. He unbuttons his too, guess he had the same issue. Steve starts kissing me again, slower this time. It's like I can feel how he feels about me through his lips. I try to show him the same amount of emotions through mine, getting a moan from him.

"Glory, Pony... I really like you... Hell I even got rid of Evie cause you were the only person on my mind..." "I really like you too, Stevie... Have for a long while now... S'why I tried to stay away, couldn't handle you hatin me." I just kiss Steve more, wanting every second of this. He wraps one of his strong arms around under my back and pulls me up off the bed some, kissing me harder. I feel his tongue and I use mine against it, showin Steve that he ain't gonna regret me.

Steve sits all the way down on his ass and pulls me onto his lap, makin me straddle him. One of his hands is on my ass, the other keepin me steady on my back. I have one arm around his neck and my other hand on the side of his face. Our kisses are getting slower again, makin me moan a bit into his mouth. I feel how hard he is against my thigh and I know he can feel how hard I am. His tongue meets mine again, gentler this time, and I mimic his moves.

We were so wrapped up in each other that we had no idea someone walked into my house. A certain member of our gang walks to my room and opens my bedroom door, still not getting our attention. It wasn't until we heard his voice that we even knew what was going on outside us.

"OH LORDY WHAT THE FUCK?!" "Two-Bit?!" Steve and I turn and look at a confused and shocked lookin Two-Bit, unable to even move.