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Ponyboy was walking the streets of Tulsa late at night, or so he thought. In reality, it was actually 3:24 AM. The street lamps flickered and buzzed, making him all the more anxious. Him and his boyfriend, Curly, had established a curfew for the both of them, and it was set to be 12 AM. They both had jobs, and both had family to attend to. He quickly picked up the pace when a strong gush of wind flew by him, jamming his fists into the pockets of his jeans. He arrived at his apartment building, and practically climbed up the stairs to get inside to warmth. He stood in front of his door, his right hand dug into his jeans pocket jumbling for his keys. He hooked his finger around the ring of them, and picked them out. He unlocked his door, sliding through and quickly closing it behind him. Their lamp was on, but they always left a light on, so it didn’t ring as strange to him in his mind.
“So.” Ponyboy shot his head up at the voice. “Where the FUCK, have you been Ponyboy?” Curly was sat on their couch, arms crossed over his chest and oh god did he look pissed. Ponyboy froze in his tracks. “I- whaddya mean? I told you I was going to y’know- over to help at the library? It’s only like 10 PM Curly.” Curly closed his eyes and his mouth formed into a sinister smile, chuckling before he opened his eyes back up to shoot daggers through him. “Ponyboy, it ain’t 10. It’s fucking 3:34 in the goddamn morning. And the library? How do you spend your entire night until 3 AM the next morning helping out at a library?” Pony nervously looked around, he knew what was coming for him. And he wanted to stall that as along as possible. “I- I’m.. Im sorry- Curly I really am! I don’t- I just lost track of time I swear!” He really did lose track of time, and he felt extremely guilty about it too. He clasped his hands together in front of him, and hung his head in shame. “Come here.” Ponyboy snapped his head up, his heart speeding up. He really felt like he couldn’t move his legs, either the coldness of the outside or the nervousness in his system preventing him from doing so, he didn’t know. “I-“ Curly shot him a death glare. “Okay- sorry I-“ He forced himself to shut up and trudge over to the couch.
He stood in front of the couch next to Curly, dreading what Curly had planned next. He reached an arm out and grabbed a firm grasp onto Ponyboy’s forearm. Curly spread his legs a bit and then hastily manhandling Ponyboy over his knee. He let out a yelp that sounded almost like a little kitten more than a human. Curly wrapped his right leg over Ponyboy’s own, to prevent kicking, he knew. His face was smushed into the couch cushions. He was panicking real bad, he wondered if he would pass out before he actually got his punishment. Curly rested a hand on Pony’s plump ass, internally debating if he should spank him over his jeans or bare. He decided that he’d just pull his jeans down, unbuttoning them and pulling them down to below his knees. Ponyboy turned his head to the side, cheek flush against the couch. He sniffed, he felt extremely guilty about worrying his boyfriend and staying out past his curfew. Curly dragged his hand up his thigh and rested back onto Ponyboy’s ass providing some comfort before doom.
Curly let out a deep sigh, raising his hand high in the air and quickly slamming it back down in the middle of his ass. Ponyboy’s head shot up in a silent scream, only a very faint whimper could be heard. Curly rose his hand up once again, and again, and again. Several hits were laid down all over Ponyboy’s ass, reddening the flesh quickly. Ponyboy tensed immediately and started squirming. “Ow! Curl- Please ow- it hurts!-“ Ponyboy cried. “That’s the point. You stayed out past the curfew and now you’re getting punished. Simple as that.” Curly lectured as he slammed his paddle-like hand continuously down on poor Pony’s ass. The skin quickly turned a bright red and he aimed his swats more towards the undercurve of his ass and his sit-spots. “CURLY! I can’t- do it!.. hurts so- bad!” Ponyboy screamed. He tried kicking his legs but ultimately failed due to Curly’s leg over his. He didn’t know when it would end, and he didn’t know something he thought was so small would get him in this deep of shit. His mind was racing and his breaths became hot and heavy. He was trying not to cry, but his eyes welled up with tears that threatened to spill.
Then it stopped. The hand now resting on Pony’s lower thigh. Curly leaned back into the couch, leaving the boy to hyperventilate and calm down on his own. His breaths were heavy, and Curly stared down at him in concern. “Hey- hey, come here honey.” Curly said softly with concerned filling his voice. He pulled him into his lap and laid back into the couch. Ponyboy curled in on himself in his boyfriends arms, stuffing his face into the crook of Curly’s neck. He stared to sob, his body shaking with the quick and exasperated gasps for air. Curly didn’t know what to do, he didn’t know if he was having a panic attack or what was going on. He didn’t know how to comfort the sobbing boy. He rubbed his hands up and down his back and thighs in attempt to comfort him, but it didn’t seem to be working. “I- fuck um.. I don’t- I don’t know how to calm ya down I- I’m going to call Darry or one of your brothers.”
Curly stood up, Ponyboy still clinging to him, wrapping his legs around his waist tightly to ensure himself that he wouldn’t fall off. Curly sighed, rubbing his back. He walked over to the phone, picked it up and dialed the residence of the Curtis’ house. It rung for a few moments, when it was finally picked up by what sounded like a very tired and grumpy Darry. “Who’s this? Whaddya want?” He muttered out. “Hey Darry- sorry for callin ya so late- but uh- how do you deal with panic attacks?” Curly asked hastily. “Who? Are y’all okay? Who’s panicking?” “Ponyboy. I’m pretty sure he’s having a panic attack and I don’t know how to deal with it.” “Shit- well what I used to do was bring him to a quiet area separate from everybody else and gently let him know that he’s having an attack, and encourage him to slow down his breathing. Have him copy your breathing. Keep your calm, and be predictable. Don’t surprise him, let him know if you’re about to do something.” Curly nodded, taking in all the information that he knew would be useful for now and later. “Thank you Darry, means a lot. Sorry for waking ya up again.” He sighed. “It’s okay Curly, thank you for taking care of my boy. Will y’all be okay or do y’all need me to come over there?” Darry whispered, he wasn’t prepared to come over there but he would if it meant to ensure the safety of his kid brother and his boyfriend. “I think we’ll be okay, I’ll call ya up again if needs be. Thank you.” “Hey, no problem kiddo.” Curly smiled softly, and hung up the phone.
Ponyboy had calmed down slightly, hearing his older brothers voice was comforting. He was still crying, but not as hard anymore. “It’s okay… it’s okay.. you’ll be okay..” Curly muttered out a few more calming phrases to ensure the boy he was safe. Carrying the auburn-haired boy to their shared room, he gently sat him on the edge of their bed. He knelt in front of him and pulled Pony into a well-deserved hug. He practically melted into his touch, he wasn’t about to start crying again but he sure felt like it. He pulled back from the hug and began to undo Ponyboy’s shoes. “I’m gonna undress ya and get you into pajamas. That okay for me to do or you want to do that?” Curly whispered. Fuck. He could be such a sap sometimes. “Y-you can do i-it.” Curly smiled. He took off his shoes and realized his pants were back in the living room. “How the fuck did your pants come off without takin off your shoes? I- whatever less that’s gotta be done.” Ponyboy giggled at his antics, pulling his shirt over his head leaving him in just his boxers and socks.
Curly stood up to go get one of his shirts. Not Ponyboy’s shirts, but Curly’s. He doesn’t know why, but Ponyboy told him once that he loves wearing his boyfriends shirts because they’re always over-sized band t-Shirts that smell like him. Little specific, but he knows he loves it. He walked back over with a The Rolling Stones shirt and pulled it over his head. Ponyboy smiled up at him, blushing a pink on his cheeks and his eyes lit up. Curly walked over to his side of the bed and climbed in, settling under the covers before pulling Ponyboy close to him by his waist. Curly rested his left arm over Ponyboy’s waist and his hand was in between his thighs. His right arm was under Ponyboy’s head and his hand nuzzled against his cheek. They both sighed, but it wasn’t an annoyance sigh or a sad sigh, it was calm and content. Drifting off to sleep, Ponyboy mumbled a soft “I love you…” before emitting soft snores. Curly chuckled before he whispered, “I love you so much, baby..” and they both fell asleep, happy and calm in eachothers arms.