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Johnny POV

I can't even believe it. How on earth did I get Ponyboy hard?

My mind keeps revolving around the most obvious answer: he's gay. But he's not...is he? I think he would have told me...

No! He's not. He's just growing up. I remember when I was going through that stage in my life; everything reminded me of sex. EVERYTHING. I even remember one time I was walking to the lot with Dally and he'd seen that my shoe was untied. He told me that with my luck I'd break my neck while lowering to his knees to tie them. He'd made this grunting sound, complaining that I needed new shoelaces because the ones I had were too frayed. I had then made a whining noise in the back of my throat and he looked up at me with questioning eyes. God, he looked like he was about to give me a blow job, and at that point, I was ready to get one from anybody. Dally just laughed and told me to quit being a fagot. Damn, that was embarrassing.

See! That right there is reason enough. I knew my best friend wasn't gay! Right...?

I hadn't even realized I was on the couch and when I did, I laid out on my back and looked up at the ceiling.

"Hey, Johnnycake. How ya doin'?" Soda asked as he walked into the room. I offered a small 'hey' and waited for him to leave, when he suddenly lifted my legs, took a seat and placed them on his lap. "What's up, Kiddo?"

I shrugged. "Nothing."

He quirked an eyebrow and looked at me seriously. "Come on, Johnny, spill. What's up." I was going to tell him it was nothing but he cut me off before I could get it past my lips. "And don't say 'nothing' because I know when something's bothering you. Now really, what's up?"

I sighed. "Do you..."

"Do I what, Johnnycake?"

"Do you think Pony is...growing up?" I hope that phrased what I wanted to ask up but when I saw the look on his face, I knew it hadn't.

"What do you mean by 'growing up'?"

"You know like getting...taller."

Realization hit Soda faster than I expected. "Oh! Well, yeah. He's definitely growing up. Too fast, if you ask me." I looked down, somewhat saddened by this. "You know he's not gonna change that much. He'll still be your best friend."

"I know..."

"Then– Johnny, are you wet?" He picked up my legs and looked down at his now wet thighs. "Great. Now it looks like I pissed myself." He was smiling and I let out a low chuckle. "You coulda told me, you know." I only laughed harder and Soda smiled so brightly I had to look away. I can understand why though. I don't usually talk much around the gang, no less smile. So if I was laughing this hard, they like to think their doing a 'good job' or whatever. They don't think I know what's going on but I do.

I hadn't noticed that Pony came out of the bathroom until Soda called out to him. "Hey, Pony– are you wet too? Jeez, next time you want to shower, take your clothes off, okay?" Pony rolled his eyes but smiled nonetheless. "Take Johnny with you. He's soaked! Let him borrow something, anything you wanna wear, okay Johnnycake?"

I nodded and stood, finally deciding to put the whole incident behind me. I mean, really, when's the weirdest time I found myself hard?

Pony hadn't waited for me to catch up, just walked on ahead. By the time I reached the room, he was digging in the drawer for a change in shirt and one for me.

I sat behind him on the bed, waiting for him to turn around. He finally sighed but stayed facing the dresser. "Look Johnny. I didn't mean to! But you were rubbing on me and– I'm sorry! Just don't be mad."

I raised an eyebrows. "Mad? I'm not mad at you. Pony, that stuffs natural. All of us have gotten...that way before. It's okay."

"You too?" He still had his back to me.

"Yeah, me too. And at weird and uncomfortable times, too. It's not just you."

"Weird, like when?" He found some dry clothes and brought them over sitting beside me on the bed.

"Hm, weirdest time I can think of is that one time Two-Bit brought those marshmallows over here."

He looked at me seriously. "Marshmallows? You got hard over marshmallows?" I nodded. We looked at each other seriously for a long while and then he just started cracking up.

"Shut up." I grumbled, playfully pushing him. He tossed the shirt at me along with a pair of shorts, still laughing.

I pulled off my clothes and pulled on the dry ones while Pony changed his shirt. It never was awkward to change in front of each other; we'd seen each other naked enough times for it to be natural.

"Johnny," Pony started. I looked up at him. "Have I ever gotten you hard?" I looked at him strangely and he quickly explained his question. "I-I mean, it's not fair that you got me hard but I've never done it to you."

Oh. I guess that makes partial sense. "Um, no. Not that I remember."

His smirk was dangerous then. "Then, from this point on, I'm making it my goal to get even."

I gulped.