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"So...Steves got a thingy goin' on"
Ponyboy drawled. Sitting on the couch watching Steve snog the absolute living daylights of his brother. Knee in between Soda's thighs and pressing him back against the headrest of the armchair through sheer kissing alone. One hand on his shoulder other cupping the blonds jawline.
Awkwardly silent, mostly, except for the sound of really wet kissing. Like, disgustingly wet, the type that had most people cringing away. Pony was mostly buried in his book. Or at least trying to. Pretending to ignore the display of his brother getting his life sucked out of him through his mouth.
"Why's Steve acting like a huge queer?"
Two-bit chirped. Entering the house and barely batting an eye at the two. Or the fact that the rest of the gang was sitting in the couch watching with varying levels of disgust.
"He drunk some sorts love potion. That one from uhh Madame Ruth"
"Who?"
"Y'know the gypsy?"
"With the gold capped tooth?"
Darry and Johnny chatted to each other, really casually for the absolute fagatron scene happening in front of them. Really? Right in front of their grease. Dally looking away from the two absolutely sucking face and then back to Johnny. Two-bit snickered before nudging Ponyboy to the side for the space. Then squidging himself in on the couch as they all sat there.
How did this start?
Well flash back to about half an hour ago. Steve had come in, laughing and grinning with his cheeks flushed, and his lips shiny and swollen. Slamming the door shut and giggling right on, some little black bottle that looked like indian ink and smelled of turpentine.
Soda had gone to greet him and then Steve had just....pulled him into a kiss. Hands cupping Soda's face and one sec Soda was smiling and the next he was hitting his best mates arm, trying to tell the poor bastard to get off.
Their faces were smushing, Steve tasted horrible, his lips were swollen and sickly, tasted like oil and a mix of various girls lipsticks and Soda,
Soda just melted.
Ya can't blame him, its Steve. Its the mother fucking Steve Randle, and Soda loves kissin'. Its one of his favourite things to do. He loved making out with Sandy; soft kisses giggling and laughing and over and over again. Presses and cute brushes of lips together, chaste, sweet.
Then the open mouthed panting, the mouthing over eachother, the nibbling, kissing. The making out, with Steve it was....
A little different, his top lip had a harsher cupids bow, the bottom lip was plusher, his teeth scraped and he could feel stubble. No slick of lipgloss or lipstick, just spit.
They kissed and kissed and kissed and Soda shut his eyes and just leant into it ages and ages ago. Opening his mouth, pushing back and just enjoying Steve. Enjoying his best friend.
Ain't matter. It ain't matter. Sure this might make Soda a fag but it was his best friend. It was Steve. Anyone would wanna kiss their best friend!
And how did we get here?
Well Ponyboy had come home, seen that. Then walked to his bedroom. Ignoring it. Soda and Steve kissing wasn't the worst thing he had walked in on.
Then Darry walked in, saw that, gently pulled Steve off Soda before Steve had tried to get at him. So then Darry decided to just direct Steves smooches back at Soda. Best for the guy who loved snogging to do it anyways. And Steve and Soda had done everything together. Nothing could break that bond. Hell, Steve could get Sandy pregnant and Sodes would just whine about 'why didn't you let me in on the action :((('
Then Johnny showed up rambling on and on about Steve kissing everythin' in sight earlier. Something about a love potion.
Then Dallas showed up, with more context. Love potion no.9 it was called. Something that the lady down at Thirty-fourth vine gave him. Made him an absolute riot. No clue how to break it. Honestly it was kinda amusing to watch Soda get snogged.
At least it was for the first five minutes. But after that, mot so much. It was more awkward watching them share spit, watching as the drool was running down both their chins, as whenever they parted —not one, but multiple lines of spit stretched between their mouths— When they did part that was. Honestly did Soda even have to breathe? Cuz Steve was taking in huge sucking breaths occasionally but Soda was just open mouthed dazed. Kiss drunk.
Watching as Soda's hands rested on Stevie's waist. Watching as they way Steve's nose scrunched and Soda's brow furrowed as he got real into it. Eyes scrunched shut. Blind to the rest of the world. Soda's lip starting to smear blood. Were they going to snog eachother to death? That would certainly be a way to go.
At least Two-bit was here now.
"So...gonna stop 'em or?"
He drawled and Dallas grumbled.
"I don't wanna go to him, man"
Fiddling with the little thing on whatever was attached to that fine chain around his neck. Two-bit crossed his fingers and raised them. A little 'I'm not doing it!' Before Johnny followed, then Ponyboy, then Darry, until Dallas Tucker Winston was left sitting on the couch scowling at his knees and then he hopped up.
Staring at the lovebirds before turning to look at the rest of the gang and Johnny spoke again.
"You gotta break the bottle, pal"
He offered, where he got that information was anyones guess. Probably from overhearing it like he does to everything, people forget that Johnny Cade is in fact someone with ears (and a gang to gossip to). Dally didn't move, Johnny just stared in that fish eyed way, and Dallas huffed. Fuck, man he wasn't getting outta this. Sleazing his way over. He reaches out, quickly slipping the little bottle from the drawstring thing it was attached to and then just. Dropping it on the floor and crushing it under his boot.
Darry looked incredibly pained as the mixture seeped into the hardwood.
The reaction was...not instant..for a second nothing changes and then Steve slowed. Soda pulled back, raising his eyebrow like two bit and then Steve promptly turned around and clasped his hand over his lips. Throwing up a little in his mouth.
They cheered. Yay! No more snogging. Soda looked comically disappointed. Dally grinned all smug and then stepping to the side as Steve pushed past and then retched over the sink. Muttering little 'what the fuck's. Over and over again. Retching and coughing as spit and inkish like substance dripped from his lips down into the basin.
"He's back!"
Two-bit cheered and hoiked himself over the back of the couch and smacked Steve on the back, hard. Pony got up and offered a hanky to Soda who blinked and took it. Wiping his lips, oh shit they were bleeding. Sodapop Curtis looked more upset that it ended than upset his best mate was snogging him like a proper queer.
"So uh...Steve got a love potion and stuff."
Johnny offered as he peered over Ponyboys shoulder. Sods blinked again. Coupd that be the only thing he's doing? Well he's also panting like he runs track, and gingerly touching his lips. They're still bleeding.
"Huh. Makes sense"
Then he wanders over to Steve and smacks his best mate on the back. Steve coughs into the sink again, turning on the tap and cupping his hands under the water, taking some in his mouth and swishing it around before spitting it out again, inky and yuck.
He pants, runny saliva dropping into the sink.
"Y...you good, sodes?"
He asks and Soda nods. Still absolutely dazed.
"Yup...fine. Great"
Steve coughed. Turning off the tap, hands on either side of the basin. Taking in deep lungfuls. Pony watched vaguely before hopping up and trotting out the front. Probably to go annoy Curly again. Soda gently patted his mates back and then leant down.
"Yer a pretty good kisser, Stevie"
Sodas voice is sweet, sorta airy and staring at his mate and- jesus. Should that be allowed? Keep it in your pants Sodapop. Steve finally straightens up. Running a hand through completely ruined hair and searching his pockets for a comb. Soda just stares.
"Jeez, sorry, Sodes. I dunno what came over me. Wasn't kissin' anyone else that way"
He mutters. Soda looks anything but unhappy and just shrugs. Slinging an arm over his friends shoulder and leading him out to the back porch.
"We still good though, yeah?"
"Yup, nothin' gonna get me mad at ya, savvy?"
"Savvy" Steve grins at Soda. How'd he end up with a blond angel for a best friend. Dally watches them go and leans over to Johnny to mutter something under his breath, Johnny snickers.
They make it outside away from the others just to hear Dally yelp as Darry whips him with something and forces him to clean up the ink mess. Soda chuckling.
"Y'know, pal. If ya kiss like that 'm gonna have to ask for another go"
Soda's dead serious. Even if his voice is teasing. Steve just laughs, combing his hair back into place and then handing his friend a comb.
"Whatever ya' want, Sodes"