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It was one of those rare days when Darry had some time off work, and he decided to spend it with Ponyboy, making the most of their time together. They had gone out for a while, enjoying the crisp air and talking about everything and nothing, before finally heading back home to relax. The afternoon was spent playing cards, an old habit they shared from years of rainy days and lazy weekends.

Ponyboy, determined and focused, managed to pull off a surprise victory against Darry, grinning from ear to ear as he laid down his winning hand. "Looks like I win this round, Darry!" he said, his voice filled with triumph.

Darry, feigning a look of shock, then smiled at his younger brother. "Well, I guess you’re getting too good for me," he said, his voice carrying a playful undertone. But there was a mischievous glint in his eyes that Ponyboy didn’t quite catch.

Before Ponyboy could react, Darry suddenly scooped him up, throwing him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "Hey!" Ponyboy yelped, squirming as Darry carried him toward their shared bedroom. "Put me down, Darry!"

Darry chuckled as he walked, ignoring Ponyboy's protests. "You think you can beat me at cards and just walk away? I don't think so, little brother."

Reaching the bed, Darry effortlessly tossed Ponyboy onto the mattress, the younger boy bouncing slightly on impact. Ponyboy immediately tried to scramble away, but Darry was too quick. He pinned Ponyboy down with ease, his much larger and stronger frame overpowering his younger brother without breaking a sweat.

Ponyboy struggled beneath him, trying to push Darry off, but it was no use. Unlike with Sodapop, whom he could at least put up a fight against, Ponyboy was completely outmatched by Darry's strength. "Darry, don’t!" Ponyboy pleaded, but his brother just grinned.

"Too late for that," Darry said, his tone playful but firm. He grabbed both of Ponyboy's wrists in one hand, effortlessly pinning them above his head, leaving the younger boy’s upper body completely exposed.

With his free hand, Darry started tickling Ponyboy’s underarms, his fingers digging in just enough to send ticklish sensations shooting through Ponyboy’s body. Ponyboy immediately burst into laughter, his body writhing beneath Darry's hold, but there was nothing he could do to escape.

"Stop! Darry, stop!" Ponyboy gasped between bouts of laughter, but Darry only grinned wider, his fingers moving from Ponyboy’s underarms to his ribs and sides, tickling him relentlessly.

Ponyboy’s laughter filled the room, his voice rising in pitch as Darry continued the tickle torture. He tried to twist away, but Darry’s grip was too strong, and his brother’s fingers too skilled at finding every ticklish spot. Ponyboy was helpless, reduced to uncontrollable giggles and desperate pleas for mercy.

After thoroughly tickling his ribs and sides, Darry decided to shift his attention. He released Ponyboy’s wrists, only to move down and grab his ankles. Ponyboy barely had time to catch his breath before Darry began tickling his bare feet, his fingers running up and down the soles, teasing the sensitive heels, and scratching across the arches.

Ponyboy’s laughter shot up an octave, his body jolting with each ticklish touch. He pleaded between laughs for mercy but Darry refused to let up. his fingers working over the most sensitive parts of Ponyboy’s feet.

Ponyboy’s laughter spiraled into a high-pitched squeal as he kicked futilely, his toes curling in a desperate attempt to protect his feet from the tickling. But there was no escape. Darry knew exactly how to tickle him into submission.

Finally, Ponyboy couldn’t take it anymore. He threw his head back, gasping for breath as he hollered, "Uncle! Uncle! I give up!"

Darry, satisfied with his victory, eased up on the tickling, letting Ponyboy catch his breath. He smiled down at his younger brother, who was still giggling and trying to recover from the tickling assault.

"That’s what you get for beating me at cards," Darry teased, giving Ponyboy’s feet a final playful squeeze before releasing them.

Ponyboy lay on the bed, still chuckling and panting, his face flushed from laughter. Despite the tickling, he couldn’t help but feel a warm sense of camaraderie.

Darry ruffled Ponyboy’s hair affectionately. "I’ve got to keep you on your toes, don’t I?"

Ponyboy rolled his eyes but smiled. "Yeah, I guess so."

As the laughter died down, Darry stretched out beside Ponyboy on the bed, the two of them enjoying the peaceful silence that followed the playful chaos. It wasn’t often that they got to spend time like this together, just the two of them, and Ponyboy was glad for it.

"Next time," Ponyboy said after a while, "I’m going to beat you and get away before you can tickle me."

Darry chuckled. "We’ll see about that."