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Author Note: My first attempt at a slash fic. I got the urge after reading a few of crankyXwhenXprovoked's fics.

Soda gazed at the scene before him, trying to place exactly what it was that was wrong, what is was that was sending this bubble of fury radiating up in his stomach.

It wasn't the jeans on the floor that did it. Jeans were a nightmare to sleep in, he knew from experience. It wasn't the shirts either. No one likes to sleep in day shirts, he understood that. Jacket, shoes, socks. Got it, got it, got it.

So maybe, just maybe, it was the underwear. The two pairs of scattered underwear that had been tossed aside like someone was in a hurry to get rid of them.

But then again, maybe it wasn't. Maybe it was the sight of the two sleeping figures in the bed that did it. Sure, Soda knew that didn't mean anything in itself. Him and Pony shared a bed after all. And after Johnny got beaten up by those Socs, Darry had put the younger greaser to bed in his own room, knowing the couch was probably not the most comfy place to recover. Two-Bit had also once before fallen asleep in Darry's room. The pair had drifted off talking late one night after Two-Bit crept into the house after a bust-up with Kathy and needed to vent.

So the two persons in the bed together itself wasn't the cause.

Maybe it was the arm. The arm that was thrown across the younger's waist, fingers spreading across an exposed stomach.

But that, once again, could mean nothing at all. Soda himself had a habit of chucking his arm across Ponyboy while they slept. The youngest Curtis never seemed to mind.

No. No, that wasn't it either.

What was wrong, Soda knew, was the reaction. He'd seen it with his own eyes. The youngest in the bed had frowned in his sleep and let out a low whimper, biting his lip. The arm across his waist had instantly and unconsciously tightened, drawing him closer to the other still-sleeping body under the covers, until they was flat against each other, back to chest. The younger let out a small smile at the movement and quietened down, both never awakening during the whole exchange.

Soda slipped out the room silently. That, he knew, was what turned the scene into something more than it first appeared.

The sight of his best friend and his brother. Curled up naked in each other's arms.