First and foremost, Happy birthday to my baby Ponyboy Curtis who's the hottest effing thing ever wtf. How can a fictional character be so perfect? This was low key based off of a solangelo fic I read
Anyway, enjoyyyy
"Pony...Ponyboy...Pony get up..." I shook my boyfriend until he finally opened his eyes.
"Mmm what is it Johnny?" He yawned and turned over.
"It's your fifteenth birthday!" I grinned. "You gotta get up."
Ponyboy slowly sat up and stretched. "It's still dark outside...what time is it?"
I giggled and bit my lip. "Three a.m."
"What!" Pony's eyes widened. "Why did you get me up so early?"
I smiled. "So I could give you your gift."
"Why couldn't you just wait until everyone else gave me my gift?" He rubbed his eyes tiredly.
"Because I don't think everyone else would appreciate watching me give you your birthday gift." I smirked at him.
His eyes widened. "What are you talking about?"
Smiling lightly, I moved closer to him. We had only begun dating a few months ago, and hadn't done anything more than cuddles and quick kisses. I had been preparing myself for a while, practicing making out with my pillow, as embarrassing as that is to admit.
But I had to be prepared, I didn't want our first time making out to be awkward.
"Johnny?" He shivered as I pulled him toward me and caught his lips in a kiss.
It started out like any other kiss we had shared, but I was determined to make it go farther this time. Slowly, I let my tongue travel out of my mouth and poke his lips.
His eyes flew open and he gasped in surprise, allowing me to enter his mouth. I wrapped my arms around his waist and he pulled himself closer to me as I began running my tongue all over his sweet tasting mouth. (I know he probably has morning breath but just go with it please...pretend he took a mint before Johnny kissed him)
Soon our tongues were wrestling together, but not really for dominance. More like just to explore each other. Sometimes he'd push into my mouth, and then other times we'd be in his, but it didn't matter.
It was an odd feeling, French kissing him. Not a bad one, just an odd one. It was weird tasting another persons saliva, but since it was Ponyboy's it felt...right.
Soon enough the short, stolen breaths we had gotten through our noses aren't enough, and we broke away. Only for a few seconds though, and then we were back swapping spit.
All of a sudden, we weren't close enough. His grip around my waist tightened and he climbed onto my lap. I pulled him towards me in a desperate attempt to get closer.
After a few more minutes of this intense make out session, we broke away and stared at each other. I wasn't quite sure what to do...did he want to go further?
I slowly reached down, prepared to take off my shirt. He stopped me.
"J-Johnny," he was out of breath. "we can stop here. This itself was amazing."
"Really?" I grinned.
He nodded quickly. "Yeah really. No one will ever top this birthday present. Ever."
"That makes me really happy." I said quietly and kissed his cheek.
He smiled and rubbed his eyes. "While I really enjoyed that, it is still three a.m. And I'm super tired."
I chuckled and we both laid down. "Sorry, I just didn't want any interruptions."
He wrapped his arms around me. "I love you Johnny."
"I love you too...
Happy birthday Ponyboy."
Ta da! It's short and crappy but oh whale.
