Gives you {hell}`` KEVIN

[kevin]

It was strange to him at first, not only because he was having these unconscious fascination with a Greaser but more on the fact that he was yearning to be with another male. Now that was the debate of the century. He didn't know why and he didn't want to, but his heart told him it was what he needed. After all those years of isolation and money being thrown his way to make up for his shortcomings, maybe life had a sick sense of humor for shaping him this way. Rather the notion of being in a relationship wasn't something he thought he could manage, it was worth a shot. He still feared it might leak out to the public and it was a matter of time until he would be the laughing stock of everything he represented. He didn't know how he could deal with a life like that; he also didn't want to put Soda on the spot and to put him in situations he wasn't used to. If worst comes to worst, he'd most likely move out of Oklahoma or maybe even the country to get escape history. He was willing to take the risk, see where life would take him, but he was more concerned on what Sodapop was thinking and feeling about this.

Being royalty, it took an outrageous amount of dedication to become where he was. Okay, maybe he inherited most of the wealth, but so what? He still had to gain the trust of his peers in school. Kevin had to apply himself in sports and in education and he surpassed with flying colors. Even if one claimed to be financially set, people didn't just accept a some new guy with open arms. They wanted proof and this Soc has succeeded in doing that. Although it was far easier to lose the trust of his fellows. Every aspiring Rockefeller had to worry about their public image. He was fortunate to be given a free ride to some of the top colleges in the country as a gift for his accomplishments. But like any typical party goer, he wanted to take some time off for himself, live in Tulsa and worry about work later. The blond had to wonder though, if he had gone off to some other state in the country, would he still have met Soda? Common sense would disagree. Kev had to tell himself that he didn't know how this Greaser was like in full detail yet, how his personality was and what his ambitions were. He also wasn't sure if he would gain the full trust of his brothers, that was another argument.

Currently, the Soc was at an impasse both mentally and physically. He didn't know what to do and he didn't know what to say, all he did was stand there and watch - with some difficulty, obviously. He appeared troubled; no longer did the murky blue in his eyes keep that stagnant death glare. Instead, he was a man with no shield, susceptible to whatever danger looming in the unknown. Though he knew he would get a thrill by keeping this whole controversial relationship under wraps, he just hoped Soda wouldn't be naive enough to brag to his friends and say he was able to fuck a Soc, let alone date one too. Now, the lone athlete wished for his friends to return, but they were long gone now. Chances are they didn't care about him anymore, when they were given an order - they were expected to follow it like disciplined little boys. There was a chill present in the air, which was probably caused by his nervousness as his jacket should have been able to protect him from the air around him. The two looked at each other, some mixed emotion being analyzed, nature brought them here to fight. It would go against everything he held dearly to put that aside now. His esteem and his social notoriety, everything counted on it.

He couldn't help but feel helpless in his decision, but he had already made the choice. Kevin couldn't fight evolution, no one could. Blood was at stake, not sex. Even if he starved for it at this very moment, he knew he needed to fill this quota; he was a Soc and if he betrayed his ideals - he forfeited himself to his enemy. But was Soda truly the enemy or was the enemy inside him all along? The sportsman couldn't find an answer to that question and frankly he didn't need to. His body ached to be touched and his lips were in drying desperation to be kissed, but he needed to crack skulls to satiate the monster nagging at his brain. It was a simple problem: This Greaser was defending his brother and he had the balls to face the person responsible. This was a definite situation that mirrored David & Goliath, but Kev was confident he would prevail. Though the kid decided to start things off with a dispute, sprouting 'maybes' and all kinds of rhetoric that bothered the older man. The blond huffed, arranging the bangs away from his eyes, "Look, you don't know me."

[/b] The Soc began, pointing at himself, leaning forward to impose a malicious position on the teen. "I'm happy. Why are you asking me that?"[/b] He inquired, knowing he was 'happy' in the material sense. He had the money, the house, the car, but it was people that he lacked. Community. That was always an issue for him.

The blond continued to listen to what the boy had to say, he had no interest in trying to understand his side, but there was nothing to occupy his attention with. Everything around him was getting dark, crickets were already chirping, and it was just the two of them in an alleyway - they might as well fuck or fight. The Soc crossed his arms, tilting his neck to the side to relieve the soreness in his muscles for keeping his posture steady for a long period of time. Kev denied everything this guy was trying to brainwash him with, this sob story that didn't require any more of his time. "That's because I'm not weak like you, Soda-prick."[/b] He mocked, spitting words burning like fire. He didn't want to reveal his weakness when he really wanted to say the complete opposite. His mind and his ideology wouldn't let him, almost as if he were enslaved by it. The fight, surprisingly, went against everything Kevin had predicted. He was a sore loser and didn't want to accept it, it was almost infantile of him to resort to whining. But here, he didn't do it, mostly because he wanted to retain his manly status. He didn't say he lost nor did he mention surrendering, but both sides were critically inflicted by the quick yet brutal fight. The Soc was leaning with his back against the wall, his abdomen punished by an invisible wave of stinging bees.

God, it hurt, and so did his hands, but he tried his best to hide it, chewing on his bottom lip to fight the pain. He watched Soda though, wanting to see how he managed it, but worried the kid was too fragile given his physical stature. Everything went out the window when things started to head in the opposite direction and Kevin wasn't too sure if he was controlling his own body. Almost as if some apparition hijacked his very being and controlled him beyond his will. But no, it was still Kevin doing these actions, his mind just didn't want to accept it as truth. That was how horribly broken of a person he was. Evidently, there was a twinkle in both of the Soc's eyes, almost like he was about to well up in tears, but none ever came out. He watched Sodapop come near, apologizing, God his voice soothed the hurt. The proximity between them invaded their personal space, but Kevin didn't do anything, only examined the boy's natural beauty, his handsome youth and felt arms envelop his neck. The athlete was trembling, just subtly, he just never did this before and he didn't expect it now.

But when lips touched, a shell of him was left behind and he reemerged with a new life akin to that of a caterpillar's metamorphosis stage. The kiss was nothing lascivious, it was more chaste if anything, after all this was Kev's first time. A quiet bass intonation in his throat reverberated from pleasure and Kev found both hands tracing Soda's slender perfect lower body, nearly finding himself searching for skin under his shirt. The Soc was definitely aroused, but he didn't want to do anything here in this alleyway just yet. Though Soda was more adamant, saying that they should go to his house; Kevin was more concerned if Soda should go to the hospital to check on his injuries. "I'm worried I might have hurt you though. Shouldn't you go to the hospital first? I mean..."[/b] He felt a fool to be putting down sex, but he cared more for Sodapop's general well being first. Though he wasn't patient for an answer and simply escorted the teen out of the alleyway to his car. Symbolizing his first step in sacrificing a part of himself, Kevin removed his varsity jacket and offered it for the kid to wear, just so he wouldn't have to deal with the cold.
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tag - Soda
words - 1,578
clothes - Explained, but click for reference
notes - No worries =D Haha, I did not foresee Kevin's future to be with Soda lol but I'm glad they paired up. Aww, those are kind words :] Thanks. Maybe you post the final one for this thread and I'll start a new one at Kev's place?
credits - RawrDinosaur@caution.[/size]

[SODAPOP CURTIS]

& I WAKE UP EVERY EVENING
WITH A BIG SMILE ON MY FACE
( and it never seems out of place )

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Soda had never been in a relationship with another guy before. He had only been with two before but there was no ties, they had been simply flings. The first time had been his first sexual experience ever, it had been clumsy but fun. The two had been all hyped up, he was sure the other boy hadn't told anyone. Soda certainly hadn't and he had a pretty big mouth. He couldn't imagine how Darry would have reacted, he would surely be pretty angry. Especially with the second time. Soda had dated a few girls here and there after the first time with one of Shepard's boys but all the relationships were short lived and Soda was always too fast paced. They bored him too easily so they'd break up after a week or two, most of them only dated him to be seen in his company, something Soda never really understood. The second time had been after a drag race, he had been around fifteen and the guy was older than Darry he knew that much. He had one hell of a tuff car and even let Soda drive it. Darry would have been off his rocker if he would have found out about that one. Soda didn't even come home that night, they fooled around in the man's car then went back to his house. Soda had a strange feeling he wasn't going to be allowed home but he sometimes thought strange things like that. He had gone home and lied, saying he slept at a friend's house. It was all in good fun.

Soda was always about having fun, though Sandy had been so different, he had loved her. He told her everything, did his best to protect her and get her things that she wanted. He did his very best to make her happy yet it had to have been one sided. She had left him and slept around, he still had a hard time believing it. Sandy had been so pretty and always looked so innocent, maybe he had been the innocent one. He needed someone who wouldn't do anything like that to him. He needed stability and a certain degree of strength. Soda was more than loving, he devoted everything he had to the person he was with. It was a bad way to be, at least when you were in a relationship with someone took advantage of your nature. Though Soda didn't like to think about it that way, he was sure Sandy hadn't meant to hurt him the way she did. Though how could she have not expected to? He must have had a very poor judge of character. He felt a surge of sickness. If that had been his baby he would have done anything to support them. He didn't want to think whose it could have been, it made him feel rotten.

Soda looked back to the blond boy, he couldn't believe he was considering being with a Soc. He didn't know what he was like, even if they both agreed to be with one another what would stop Kevin from cheating on him? He didn't know how he thought or what he would do to protect his image. Still, it was something Soda realized he was more than happy to risk. He didn't want to be alone anymore, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. He looked at him, really looked at him, trying to get a better picture of who he was. He was so strong willed and Soda knew they could get along well. He could hardly contain himself, he was certainly attracted to the other. There was no denying that, he wasn't sure what attracted him so much. Was it the strength he seemed to hold or the confidence or maybe it was the fact that he could see he needed someone stable in his life. Maybe Soda was thinking too much into things but that was the vibes he got from him.

Soda could hardly imagine what the Socs friends would think of them if they dated and they found out. The thought unsettled the greaser, they would certainly fuck with Soda. They might even try to kill him, something fucked up like that. Would they shun Kevin? He was sure of it, Socs were all selfish and if they could find a fault in anyone especially a friend they would exploit it. Sodapop could never be a Soc, he cared too much and that would outcast him. He would have to cover his emotions and act like a tool. No, Soda had too much feeling to do anything like that and he could never jump some kid who had never done anything to him. In his mind greasers were better people, even if they held up corner stores and got thrown in the cooler most of them lived by a set of rules. Socs seemed to only be out for their own enjoyment, if they saw a kid walking in the street they would think it'd be fun to beat the tar out of the defenseless loner. Soda wasn't like that at all. He was the kid to take up for that kid, let him run off and take all of them on himself. Sure he'd lose but at least he'd have saved the kid.

The other's eyes showed more emotion than Soda expected, the rage that had been present was almost all gone. The boy always wore his heart on his sleeve. The boy watched as the man got rather defensive, "you're right I don't know you. You just don't sound too happy, I'd be pretty damn torn up if my parents didn't show me love." He shrugged as if it were nothing, if Kevin was happy being in a family were there was no love than maybe he was a stronger man than Soda. He grinned, Soda-prick? There was no way the man could be happy the way he was living but Sodapop let it go, it was a waste of his breath to try to get the blond to admit something like that. "Yeah, I guess you're right." The words had burned him with the sort of harshness of the words the Soc spat at him. Maybe he really was weak for needed the love of his family. He shook his head, no family is where you got your strength from Kevin was just sore. Maybe he was mad because Soda had something he didn't, love.

He could give him that, he could love Kevin. Though would the blond let him or just push him away? He wanted to tell him that he could love him but that wasn't something you told a soc that was already pretty ticked off especially when you were alone on the west side. The fight took a lot out of him but even as his breathing resumed to the cautious shallow intakes of breath he stared at Kevin. The fight didn't make him feel the way he had expected it to. He didn't feel very accomplished, it felt more like it was wrong for the two of them to be fighting in the first place. He wanted to embrace him and refuse to let go. He coughed, clutched his side quickly. Spluttering, he took a sharp breath, checking quickly to make sure he wasn't coughing up blood. Soda knew that much wouldn't be good but he wasn't so he hadn't punctured a lung. The smaller boy knew he just had to be pretty careful, it hurt like crazy. Though for some reason he wasn't pissed at the Soc for doing it, it had been a fair fight.

Their lips had met in a manner that set Soda off in a whole nether world. The kiss was innocent but he had never felt so enraptured before by such a simple gesture. The lithe boy moaned softly, excitement racing over him as he heard the man voice his own pleasure. The man's hands were tracing over Soda's body and he didn't want it to stop but they broke away. The boy suggested that they go back to Kevin's place and couldn't help being surprised as he heard the hint of concern in the other's voice. He was already being ushered over to one of the tuffest cars he had ever seen, his eyes widened and he ran over to it forgetting his pain for a moment. "Jesus, this is one tuff car," his eyes glittered like a child viewing a toy he desperately wanted. Soda worked at the DX Station on cars and he had rarely seen such a nice car.

He turned back to Kevin who was offering him his varsity jacket, the very jacket swore never to wear. He slipped it on and it nearly engulfed him, he grinned up at the Soc, "Hey Greaser! You better watch it!" He mocked sweetly before climbing in the passenger's seat. He couldn't believe he was in such an amazing car, he drew the jacket around him tighter. He tried to settle his breathing and return to taking shallow breaths but it was hard. He waited for Kevin to get in, "I'll be okay. We don't have the money for hospital bills or anything like that, I'll just have Darry take a look at it tomorrow."

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TAGGED,, Kevin
OUTFIT,, CLICK
MUSIC,, Hello Brooklyn`` ATL
NOTES,, I didn't see it either but I like them together XD And yeah sure that'd be awesome.
TEMPLATE,, by PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION

[kevin]

Part 1

He really couldn't help it when he started to show some degree of shame from this epiphany. Kevin tried his best to hide it, but the dim light failed to help him achieve that. Of course he wasn't going to accept this nonsense from a bratty kid, so he would do anything to defend himself and his reputation. "Just don't talk anymore, kid. You're just digging yourself a deeper hole."

[/b] The blond warned, not really wanting to argue anymore about family and anything of that sort. What did a Greaser know about family other than teaching them the ways of a criminal was the way of life? Kev was extremely stubborn, so he was proud that the talking was minimized and brashly finished it off with a cocky, "I know I'm right."[/b] His money granted him a life no other average joe could have. But if only money could buy love, which wasn't to say prostitutes was a viable answer, that would suffice. Depending on the time and place, the Soc wouldn't accept this kind of emotional connection that easily. But here, he was vulnerable in his own side of the city. He couldn't believe Soda had the audacity to do this to him and that made him more angry. The fight - if it could be called that - was different from the other fights he participated in. Sure, he managed to get a few hits to land where had aimed, but he felt no reason to beat the Greaser up.

Something told him that there wasn't any point and that Soda was a special kind of different. Both successfully held their ground to some extent, so it could be classified as a draw in some way. But since Kevin made it verbally clear that he wanted the face off to stop, was that considered forfeit? He didn't care, at least it was over now and he could catch a breather. The lip-lock was the catalyst of that evening, it gave him a better understanding of his emotions, to loosen the grip on his strict and bitter ideals. It was a kiss that was gentle and meek in relation to others he had done, but this is an official first time for him to reveal his feelings for another male. What would happen down the road? Was this just some minor fling young people experienced in their life? Or was there something much more serious? The Soc didn't really know and he didn't want to think too much about it, all he wanted was to get out of here. Instinct told him to spend more time with Sodapop, but he was stuck at a dead-end drawing a blank. The kid wanted to go Kev's place, but the blond was more worried if he broke a bone in the guy's fragile body. Escorting the teen to the cherry red Corvette parked beside the street, he witnessed Soda hurriedly moving towards as if it interested him.

The athlete, still standing at a minimal distance from both the car and his only male companion, watched with a faint crooked smile playing the corner of his mouth. He heard the boy's comment and snickered, closing the gap between them and replied, "Just got it the moment it was released from the factory."[/b] Kevin would often spend lots of time fixing or adding new features to his car and he always cleaned it to attract the ladies. But it seems he wouldn't be doing that anymore now that it was possible he was going to end up with this guy. He wasn't sure yet, but evidence started to pave it that way. The chassis glowed from the street light above, making it appear like some gift from celestial space. When Soda focused his attention on the Soc, he was given the blue varsity jacket which Kev constantly wore. Like his Corvette, he made sure it was kept clean and tidy, absent of any lint or blemishes. The Greaser put it on, the coat almost swallowing his small frame. The half-smile Kevin expressed before was substituted with a much more stronger version, the image of Soda somehow tugging at his heartstrings.

Damn, the kid looked good in it, even if it didn't fit him in a literal and figurative sense. The role reversal was something humorous when the adolescent pretended to be a Soc. "Funny guy." He laughed, moving to open the passenger's side door so that Soda could get in. The blond wanted to make it clear that the he had to be careful with the upholstery, but he didn't say it. Going around, he boarded the driver's seat and shut the door, fishing for the keys in his jeans pocket. Soda told him that there was no need to go to the hospital because of financial issues. Giving it a few seconds thought, Kevin leaned over to open the glove compartment, pulling out a small lockbox that contained a hefty sum of cash. Quickly counting $500 in 100 dollar bills, he handed it to the boy sitting next to him, "Here. This should be enough."[/b] Charity wasn't that much of a problem, besides, he was starting to care for Soda little by little. "So, you wanted to go to my place? It's not far from here..."[/b] He switched on the ignition, the engine roaring to life before it purred idly as he shifted gears to drive. No doubt this place where he met Soda would serve a significant meaning whenever he passed by it, but now he was positive things were getting serious.

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tag - Soda
words - 930
clothes - Explained, but click for reference
notes - This is gettin' good, feel free to close this thread whenever you want to =D
credits - RawrDinosaur@caution.[/size]