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Soda sat on the bathroom floor at home. He had his knees propped up with his face buried in his arms. "Why didn't it just go away?" he asked as he banged his head back against the wall.

All day at work Soda was aroused. He couldn't understand why it happened or why it wouldn't go away. It happened after Steve's hug and got worse and worse throughout the day. Deep down he felt like he needed more of Steve and his warmth. All day he avoided Steve. What if he had noticed? Soda even said he didn't feel well enough for lunch and had to watch Steve drive away without him. Then he left work early and walked home quickly before Steve could ask. Soda hoped the walk would lower the arousal, but it didn't. Not driving home with Steve made him need it even more.

Visions poured into Soda's mind while on the bathroom floor. These visions made him feel rather good inside. They made him feel even more aroused.

"No!" Soda screamed at himself, "Stop thinking about him!" Suddenly Soda couldn't take it anymore. He needed the bulge in his pants to go away. As badly as he wanted to shove his hands inside his jeans...or have Steve's hands...

"No! Stop it Soda! Damnit stop!"

Soda quickly got out of the bathroom and went into his room. He slammed himself onto his bed and laid there for a minute. "Sleep. That's what I need is to just sleep." After a struggle to relax, Soda drifted to a deep afternoon sleep.

Soda didn't awake until the very next morning, which surprised him. It certainly didn't feel like he had slept so long. He reached his hand behind him, but all he felt were sheets and a pillow. Ponyboy must already be up. Soda spread out his arms and legs and stretched out his body. He felt much better from yesterday with that ugly episode and threatening thoughts.

After a moment of waking himself up, Soda sat up and glanced around his room. He was shocked and nearly fell out of his bed when he Steve leaning against the doorway. Steve walked into the room and shut the door, "It's about time you woke up."

Soda was mixed feelings. He didn't know what Steve was doing here or what he wanted. Did he find out what Soda was thinking about all day yesterday? How could he explain that to his best friend without being killed?

Soda backed up as Steve sat on the bed. "Steve...I..." Before Soda could even mutter anything, Steve grabbed the back of Soda's head, pulled him forward and Soda felt Steve's lips slam against his. As much as Soda wanted to keep going, he pulled away and caught his breath before asking, "What..what are you doing Steve?"

"You can't hide your feelings from me," Steve said as he pushed Soda down and climbed on him kissing his neck.

Soda's eyes flew open then. He was laying in bed alone, it was 6, he had slept for two hours. Soda couldn't believe that had only been a dream. Now he wanted it to happen, just like in his dream. Maybe it would. Soda sat in his bed until 6:30, waiting patiently for Steve to barge in and embrace him. When he didn't, Soda felt stupid for actually believing that could happen.

At that moment Soda decided to take matters into his own hands, literally. Soda laid back down and pulled the covers over himself. Slowly Soda reached his hand inside his jeans. He pressed his hand down onto his boxers and realized how nice that felt. Images from his dream came into his mind. His hand slid inside his boxers and his fingers slid down his erect manhood. Then he began to play around and rub more. It started to feel really good as more of his dream flashed in his mind. He wanted Steve to make him feel even better.

The bedroom door opened and Soda laid perfectly still. "Hey it's time for dinner," Pony called through the crack he had opened.

Soda recovered himself quickly and headed downstairs. He froze in his steps as he saw Steve eating dinner at the table with his brothers. "Hey bro," Darry said, "Are you feeling alright? I saw you taking a nap."

"Um," Soda began sitting down while watching Steve, "Yeah, I'm okay."

Soda was quiet at dinner. There was one thing he wanted to say, he wanted to scream it, but couldn't. He wanted to turn to Steve and tell him but nothing came out of his mouth. Just one thing.

Steve left after dinner to get home to check on his dad. Before anyone said anything, Soda ran up to his room, fell on his bed and broke down. "I want to be with you Steve."