Chocolate and Vanilla
Chapter 5: Snuggling alone at the Curtis'
Author Notes: Holy moo cow, I still can't believe how many reviews we're getting! *_* Thank you everyone! Sorry I haven't had this chapter out for a long time; Ragnarok Online took over me for about fifteen days. ^^; But here's chapter five and I'm sorry to say that there's only one more chapter after this one. Glad everyone's been enjoying Chocolate and Vanilla and please read more of mine or SD's stories in the future! Warnings: Slash, boy/boy, yaoi, mild swearing (mostly Two-Bit. XD), and some sexual references. Nothing too graphic though. :3
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"SO!" Two-Bit grinned cheerfully, licking a stray bit of sauce from his lips. "What kinda personalities do you two like on girls?" Two-Bit was curious; was Johnny doing what he thought he was? Maybe if he got an answer, he'd find out.
Johnny reached for his Coke, taking a small sip from the bottle. "I like girls who are nice to me." It was a general statement, but true enough; Johnny was a shy kid and got picked on often enough.
The youngest greaser chewed on his burger and thought. "I like poeple who aren't cocky, or full of themselves. Just all around nice people."
He took another sip from the Pepsi and put it down, taking a look at the bottle. He tried thinking of something else to talk about. "Am I one of the only people who drink Pepsi anymore?" Inside, he laughed. Sort of a pointless thing to bring up, but anything to get their minds off of girls.
Johnny smiled at Pony, trying to calm down his nervous stomach. "I'd drink one if it'd make ya feel better." His gentle voice held a note of mischief and he reached over and stole Pony's burger, taking a bite.
"Hey hey!" Pony tried to grab it away, but Johnny took a larger bite and handed it back, half eaten. The sixteen-year-old was grinning widely, chuckling. Two-Bit grinned his infamous grin.
The rusty-haired greaser then took some money out of his jean's pocket and counted it. "Here Pon, I'll buy ya another one, since Johnny obviously loves to eat your leftovers." He grinned. "Like a dog. Hey Johnnycake, can I cal you 'Pony's Pet Puppy' from now on?"
Johnny blushed and took a drink from his Coke to cool his face down. 'Natually,' he thought to himself, 'I'd love to be Pony's ANYTHING...' Then Johnny suddenly got a mental image of him, lying next to Pony's naked body, with only a collar on. Blushing even more, so his dark skin browned even more so, he drank more of his Coke.
Ponyboy also blushed at Two-Bit's comment, and took another bite of his more-or-less half-eaten burger. He smiled sheepishly and nodded. "If ya don't mind... thanks Two-Bit; I owe ya one."
He took another drink of his Pepsi and put it down, taking a quick glance at Johnny who was trying to get rid of the blush. Taking one of his slender, pale fingers, Pony poked one of Johnny's cheeks. It turned a bright white and slowly faded back into the chocolate-brown. He grinned and took his finger away.
The youngest greaser couldn't wait till him and Johnny were back at his house, alone together after Two-Bit left. Pony hoped that it would be soon, as he didn't think he could hold it in any longer.
Two-Bit shrugged. "Betcha Johnny will eat half of it first." Chuckling at his own joke, he got up and wandered away, into the crowd, to find another waitress.
Johnny's eyes gave Pony a sideways glance, eyebrows furrowed at the poke. "What was that for?" he asked, his voice sounded slightly angry, but amused at the same time. He reached out one of his own long fingers and poked Pony's cheek gently.
"...You got soft cheeks." He grinned.
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"Well, g'night then boys. Don't do anythin' naughty, got it?" Two-Bit laughed and waved at the young greasers, then drove off from the road infront of the Curtis'.
"We won't..." Johnny said quietly to the dissapearing car. "I think..." he blushed. Turning, the sixteen year old walked up the stairs leading the house. He wanted to get on that couch and snuggle close to Pony. Now.
Pony waved at Two-Bit's car speeding down the road, and walked up the front steps. Opening the door, he was met with darkness. Darry had obviously gone to sleep, and Soda still wasn't back from his night with Steve. Pony turned over to face Johnny, and motioned to the couch.
"I'm just goin' to go get changed into somethin' more comfortable. I'll be back in a minute or two."
Johnny nodded quickly, and flopped down on the couch. He hadn't realised how tired he was until his small body came in contact with the worn-out piece of furniture. Yawning, he folded his arms behind his head and listened to Pony walk into the darkness to get changed.
Letting his mind wander, he imagine Pony standing there in the doorway, dressed in only a little black thong, with a can of whipped cream. His eyes widened at the thought, and shook it outta his head. That was just...gross.
Closing his brown eyes, he lay there, silently, listening for Pony to come back.
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Meanwhile, Pony scrambled around in his bedroom, trying to find his oversized, grey t-shirt that Darry had washed for him. He rummaged around in a pile of laundry and finally found it, buried underneath a sweatshirt of Soda's. Pony pulled it over his head, and it fell right over the old pair of boxers he was wearing underneath. Yawning, he went out the bedroom door, to go back to where Johnny was seated. He stretched his arms up above his head, and sat down on the couch, curling up next to Johnny.
They sat there for a few minutes, just silently staring at things around the room. Pony was stealing quick glances over at the older, dark-haired greaser. Johnny almost seemed to be deep in thought, about something Pony couldn't imagine. Something probably to do with him though. Deciding to take a first move, Pony slowly crept his small, pale hand over to intertwine with Johnny's darker-skinned one. Pony smiled gently, and shuffled over so he was laying on top of Johnny, leaning his head on the older one's shoulder.
Johnny could hear Pony moving, the warmth of his body against him, the soft sound of his breathing...the feeling of his warm breath against his neck. The soft, long-fingered hand grasping his. And he grinned, eyes still closed.
"What is it you wanted to say?" He said quietly, throwing his other arm around the younger boy's thin waist, rubbing his hand back and forth. "I know what it is, but...it's still nice to hear it..."
Pony blushed slightly, and looked down at their intertwined hands. Taking a deep breath, Pony shifted his head so he was semi-facing Johnny. "Johnny..." he started, and with a slight blush, he spoke the next thing quite quickly. "I'm... in love with you."
He lifted himself up slightly, and moved his head towards Johnny's. Johnny smiled down at him, and Pony returned the smile. Closing his eyes, Pony leaned in towards Johnny's face, pressing his lips silently against Johnny's soft, rosy ones.
Johnny smiled against the kiss, and ended it quickly so he could say what he had to. "I'm in love with you too..." he pulled Pony's waist in closer, "So...it's okay."
With those words, Johnny entangled his fingers in Pony's red hair, giving the boy a harder, longer kiss, pressing his lips against the fourteen-year-olds. Pony made a small noise and Johnny pushed his tongue into Pony's mouth; it was both their first kiss and he wanted to make it special. Running his other hand down Pony's back, he stroked his waist gently, massaging his tongue against the younger boy's.
Pony leaned right into the kiss; it was his first one, and exactly how he hoped it would be. Being with Johnny just made it a whole lot better too. Their tongues were massaging against eachother, and Pony felt like he was in a heaven -- a little light headed too. Slowly and shyly, Pony moved his other hand down to where Johnny's manhood was; the slight, dark-blue denim-covered bulge. He started to stroke it slowly and softly, his hand moving back and forth.
Johnny whimpered at the touch; it was new to him, and felt incredible. Quivering, he reached out and grapped Pony's spot too, accidentally squeezing it hard. Pony let out a small cry, and Johnny couldn't tell if it was pain, pleasure, or surprise. Or a mixture.
"Sorry..." he held Pony down ontop of his body, and stroked the spot, Pony still massaging his own. He felt warm suddenly, as the heat moved downwards, and he felt himself harden against Pony's hand. Stroking the younger boy still, he whimpered, kissing Pony's neck. He could feel it alot move clearly, since the thing fabric of Pony's boxers wasn't much defence.
"Pony...I'll go as far as you want..." he breathed, holding the younger boy against him still, listening to Pony pant.
Pony's eyes widened at what pressed against his hand, but slowly relaxed, snuggling up closer to Johnny. "I want to go... as far as we can..." Pony moved, so his head was laying down upon Johnny's heart. He listened to the gentle, thump thump of Johnny's heart, and smiled. He lent up to kiss Johnny again, when voices came up from the pathway.
The younger one, whimpered slightly and moved back down to lay on Johnny.
"I whiped your ass that time Stevie!" The front door opened to reveal Soda and Steve walking in. They froze in their steps and just starred at the scene in front of them.
Johnny closed his eyes slowly and held Pony closer. He didn't care what Sodapop and Steve thought; they could belittle and poke fun, but he would stand up for the fact he was in love with Ponyboy.
Soda said nothing; he didn't care, nor wonder. Steve, on the other hand, cringed. Two guys cuddling? Sick!
"What the hell are you two doin'?" Steve asked, a cringe still on his hardened features.
Pony hid his face, and Johnny answered. "Pony was waitin' fer Soda to come home, and since he was tired and cold, I offered him to come cuddle with me. That a problem?" Johnny had his eyes closed, with a sleepy look on his face.
Soda grinned. "Nope! C'mon Pone, time fer bed." the blonde turned his head to Steve. "G'night Stevie, see ya tommorow." He waved to his friend, who waved back, shrugging. After the sound of the door closing, Soda turned his golden head back towards the two boy, giving them a soft smile.
"I understand...I won't bug ya." Johnnyy grinned, and Pony got up to hug his older brother. Soda scooped Pony up, and carried him into the bedroom. Looking over his shoulder at Johnny, he asked ina soft voice, "You come with too. Pone would like it."
Johnny had never been happier to oblige.
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Hope you guys like!
~Kashew and Silent Dirge
September 29 2003 - October 14 2003
Chapter 5: Snuggling alone at the Curtis'
Author Notes: Holy moo cow, I still can't believe how many reviews we're getting! *_* Thank you everyone! Sorry I haven't had this chapter out for a long time; Ragnarok Online took over me for about fifteen days. ^^; But here's chapter five and I'm sorry to say that there's only one more chapter after this one. Glad everyone's been enjoying Chocolate and Vanilla and please read more of mine or SD's stories in the future! Warnings: Slash, boy/boy, yaoi, mild swearing (mostly Two-Bit. XD), and some sexual references. Nothing too graphic though. :3
"SO!" Two-Bit grinned cheerfully, licking a stray bit of sauce from his lips. "What kinda personalities do you two like on girls?" Two-Bit was curious; was Johnny doing what he thought he was? Maybe if he got an answer, he'd find out.
Johnny reached for his Coke, taking a small sip from the bottle. "I like girls who are nice to me." It was a general statement, but true enough; Johnny was a shy kid and got picked on often enough.
The youngest greaser chewed on his burger and thought. "I like poeple who aren't cocky, or full of themselves. Just all around nice people."
He took another sip from the Pepsi and put it down, taking a look at the bottle. He tried thinking of something else to talk about. "Am I one of the only people who drink Pepsi anymore?" Inside, he laughed. Sort of a pointless thing to bring up, but anything to get their minds off of girls.
Johnny smiled at Pony, trying to calm down his nervous stomach. "I'd drink one if it'd make ya feel better." His gentle voice held a note of mischief and he reached over and stole Pony's burger, taking a bite.
"Hey hey!" Pony tried to grab it away, but Johnny took a larger bite and handed it back, half eaten. The sixteen-year-old was grinning widely, chuckling. Two-Bit grinned his infamous grin.
The rusty-haired greaser then took some money out of his jean's pocket and counted it. "Here Pon, I'll buy ya another one, since Johnny obviously loves to eat your leftovers." He grinned. "Like a dog. Hey Johnnycake, can I cal you 'Pony's Pet Puppy' from now on?"
Johnny blushed and took a drink from his Coke to cool his face down. 'Natually,' he thought to himself, 'I'd love to be Pony's ANYTHING...' Then Johnny suddenly got a mental image of him, lying next to Pony's naked body, with only a collar on. Blushing even more, so his dark skin browned even more so, he drank more of his Coke.
Ponyboy also blushed at Two-Bit's comment, and took another bite of his more-or-less half-eaten burger. He smiled sheepishly and nodded. "If ya don't mind... thanks Two-Bit; I owe ya one."
He took another drink of his Pepsi and put it down, taking a quick glance at Johnny who was trying to get rid of the blush. Taking one of his slender, pale fingers, Pony poked one of Johnny's cheeks. It turned a bright white and slowly faded back into the chocolate-brown. He grinned and took his finger away.
The youngest greaser couldn't wait till him and Johnny were back at his house, alone together after Two-Bit left. Pony hoped that it would be soon, as he didn't think he could hold it in any longer.
Two-Bit shrugged. "Betcha Johnny will eat half of it first." Chuckling at his own joke, he got up and wandered away, into the crowd, to find another waitress.
Johnny's eyes gave Pony a sideways glance, eyebrows furrowed at the poke. "What was that for?" he asked, his voice sounded slightly angry, but amused at the same time. He reached out one of his own long fingers and poked Pony's cheek gently.
"...You got soft cheeks." He grinned.
"Well, g'night then boys. Don't do anythin' naughty, got it?" Two-Bit laughed and waved at the young greasers, then drove off from the road infront of the Curtis'.
"We won't..." Johnny said quietly to the dissapearing car. "I think..." he blushed. Turning, the sixteen year old walked up the stairs leading the house. He wanted to get on that couch and snuggle close to Pony. Now.
Pony waved at Two-Bit's car speeding down the road, and walked up the front steps. Opening the door, he was met with darkness. Darry had obviously gone to sleep, and Soda still wasn't back from his night with Steve. Pony turned over to face Johnny, and motioned to the couch.
"I'm just goin' to go get changed into somethin' more comfortable. I'll be back in a minute or two."
Johnny nodded quickly, and flopped down on the couch. He hadn't realised how tired he was until his small body came in contact with the worn-out piece of furniture. Yawning, he folded his arms behind his head and listened to Pony walk into the darkness to get changed.
Letting his mind wander, he imagine Pony standing there in the doorway, dressed in only a little black thong, with a can of whipped cream. His eyes widened at the thought, and shook it outta his head. That was just...gross.
Closing his brown eyes, he lay there, silently, listening for Pony to come back.
Meanwhile, Pony scrambled around in his bedroom, trying to find his oversized, grey t-shirt that Darry had washed for him. He rummaged around in a pile of laundry and finally found it, buried underneath a sweatshirt of Soda's. Pony pulled it over his head, and it fell right over the old pair of boxers he was wearing underneath. Yawning, he went out the bedroom door, to go back to where Johnny was seated. He stretched his arms up above his head, and sat down on the couch, curling up next to Johnny.
They sat there for a few minutes, just silently staring at things around the room. Pony was stealing quick glances over at the older, dark-haired greaser. Johnny almost seemed to be deep in thought, about something Pony couldn't imagine. Something probably to do with him though. Deciding to take a first move, Pony slowly crept his small, pale hand over to intertwine with Johnny's darker-skinned one. Pony smiled gently, and shuffled over so he was laying on top of Johnny, leaning his head on the older one's shoulder.
Johnny could hear Pony moving, the warmth of his body against him, the soft sound of his breathing...the feeling of his warm breath against his neck. The soft, long-fingered hand grasping his. And he grinned, eyes still closed.
"What is it you wanted to say?" He said quietly, throwing his other arm around the younger boy's thin waist, rubbing his hand back and forth. "I know what it is, but...it's still nice to hear it..."
Pony blushed slightly, and looked down at their intertwined hands. Taking a deep breath, Pony shifted his head so he was semi-facing Johnny. "Johnny..." he started, and with a slight blush, he spoke the next thing quite quickly. "I'm... in love with you."
He lifted himself up slightly, and moved his head towards Johnny's. Johnny smiled down at him, and Pony returned the smile. Closing his eyes, Pony leaned in towards Johnny's face, pressing his lips silently against Johnny's soft, rosy ones.
Johnny smiled against the kiss, and ended it quickly so he could say what he had to. "I'm in love with you too..." he pulled Pony's waist in closer, "So...it's okay."
With those words, Johnny entangled his fingers in Pony's red hair, giving the boy a harder, longer kiss, pressing his lips against the fourteen-year-olds. Pony made a small noise and Johnny pushed his tongue into Pony's mouth; it was both their first kiss and he wanted to make it special. Running his other hand down Pony's back, he stroked his waist gently, massaging his tongue against the younger boy's.
Pony leaned right into the kiss; it was his first one, and exactly how he hoped it would be. Being with Johnny just made it a whole lot better too. Their tongues were massaging against eachother, and Pony felt like he was in a heaven -- a little light headed too. Slowly and shyly, Pony moved his other hand down to where Johnny's manhood was; the slight, dark-blue denim-covered bulge. He started to stroke it slowly and softly, his hand moving back and forth.
Johnny whimpered at the touch; it was new to him, and felt incredible. Quivering, he reached out and grapped Pony's spot too, accidentally squeezing it hard. Pony let out a small cry, and Johnny couldn't tell if it was pain, pleasure, or surprise. Or a mixture.
"Sorry..." he held Pony down ontop of his body, and stroked the spot, Pony still massaging his own. He felt warm suddenly, as the heat moved downwards, and he felt himself harden against Pony's hand. Stroking the younger boy still, he whimpered, kissing Pony's neck. He could feel it alot move clearly, since the thing fabric of Pony's boxers wasn't much defence.
"Pony...I'll go as far as you want..." he breathed, holding the younger boy against him still, listening to Pony pant.
Pony's eyes widened at what pressed against his hand, but slowly relaxed, snuggling up closer to Johnny. "I want to go... as far as we can..." Pony moved, so his head was laying down upon Johnny's heart. He listened to the gentle, thump thump of Johnny's heart, and smiled. He lent up to kiss Johnny again, when voices came up from the pathway.
The younger one, whimpered slightly and moved back down to lay on Johnny.
"I whiped your ass that time Stevie!" The front door opened to reveal Soda and Steve walking in. They froze in their steps and just starred at the scene in front of them.
Johnny closed his eyes slowly and held Pony closer. He didn't care what Sodapop and Steve thought; they could belittle and poke fun, but he would stand up for the fact he was in love with Ponyboy.
Soda said nothing; he didn't care, nor wonder. Steve, on the other hand, cringed. Two guys cuddling? Sick!
"What the hell are you two doin'?" Steve asked, a cringe still on his hardened features.
Pony hid his face, and Johnny answered. "Pony was waitin' fer Soda to come home, and since he was tired and cold, I offered him to come cuddle with me. That a problem?" Johnny had his eyes closed, with a sleepy look on his face.
Soda grinned. "Nope! C'mon Pone, time fer bed." the blonde turned his head to Steve. "G'night Stevie, see ya tommorow." He waved to his friend, who waved back, shrugging. After the sound of the door closing, Soda turned his golden head back towards the two boy, giving them a soft smile.
"I understand...I won't bug ya." Johnnyy grinned, and Pony got up to hug his older brother. Soda scooped Pony up, and carried him into the bedroom. Looking over his shoulder at Johnny, he asked ina soft voice, "You come with too. Pone would like it."
Johnny had never been happier to oblige.
Hope you guys like!
~Kashew and Silent Dirge
September 29 2003 - October 14 2003