#young!keanu

“Utah!!” You both turned around to see Bodhi, raising his hand and greeting you. “That was some skill you showed yesterday!” he shouted with his friends nodding in agreement. “Everyone’s impressed!”

The second you realized Johnny had told you he was working the previous night, your lips quivered and a grunt of disappointment escaped your lungs. “What is he talking about?” You turned back to Johnny arching your brow.

“No idea,” he gave you an innocent smile, and with his board pressed to his belly, he was beginning to rapidly paddle away. “Let’s catch this wave, then we can talk.”

You were about to ask him again, but as Johnny saw your pouting face, he kept getting farther away. Part of you wanted to go and catch him, but you didn’t want to waste a great wave, your last one for today.

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You and Johnny were both exhausted reaching the shore, but more than anything, you were angry and upset with him keeping things away from you.

Sticking your board in the sand, you noticed that Johnny wasn’t right behind you anymore, and you turned around looking for him. Not surprisingly, he was talking to Bodhi again... Sometimes it seemed that Johnny was more interested in him, than he was into you. ‘It’s just for the case’ he would always assure.

Trying your best to stay calm, you were working on your wetsuit, reminding yourself how much you trusted Johnny and thinking what that cocky bastard could have been doing yesterday.

“Sorry for the delay, babe.” He came back with a smack on your ass, resting his board next to yours. You were mad as hell, but your plan was to play it cool, and get him when he wasn’t expecting that.

“You didn’t seem too sorry flirting with your new boyfriend back there, babe,” you smiled mockingly, letting your hair go. Slowly, you walked around to stand behind his shoulders, whispering to his ear. “I bet you two shared some really nice time yesterday…”

“Wow, so funny,” Johnny turned his head to the side, trying to show you his unimpressed face.

“About yesterday…” You gripped his zipper lace. “You said you had to stay at the office, paperwork and stuff…” Slowly you were pulling it down, exposing his damp skin little by little, running your thumb along his spine.

“Mhm, that’s right,” Johnny’s voice gave away that he knew you weren’t buying it, but he was probably still hoping to get away.

“So what? Is Bodhi like your new colleague or something?” You got back closer to his ear, one hand pulling the zipper further, another sliding under the fabric and uncovering his shoulder blade. He laughed at your words, but no other lie was thrown your way, Johnny knew you had caught him, yet he was unwilling to explain. “Seriously, tell me. This is your last chance,” your voice got stricter, as you were pulling his hands out of the suit, leaving him standing covered just below the waist.

“Or what?” Johnny teased, and it was the final thread completely unleashing you. You were gently rubbing his shoulders, melting him under your touch, until Utah became unaware of your fingertips swiftly traveling to his ribs. Pinching slightly, you made him shriek and jump in his place, as you kept on running your digits along his ridges.

“What was that for?” He squeezed his elbows to his sides, turning around to face you, curling his lips.

“Oh, don’t play stupid, Johnny.” You attacked him again, pushing your hands through his muscular arms, willing to tickle him once more. Johnny was slowly walking backwards, trying to escape your attack, but something had caught his feet and he fell, dragging you together down to the sand.

You ended up on top of him, with his torso perfectly exposed for another wave of playful tickles, which seemed to be getting unbearable for him. You knew Johnny was strong enough to push you away, but he didn’t fight you, all he did was trying to cover himself. It was until you got really feisty with your fingertips, and he had no choice but raise his hips, shaking you off of his waist.

From all the movement his suit got even lower, opening an easy access to his hips, one of his most ticklish places. With a feathery touch, you ran your fingers along his hipbone, making him almost immediately come clean. “Ok, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I was with him. Just please stop!” he laughed and screamed.

“And you didn’t tell me because…?” you placed your palm on his belly, staring with a threatening look. Johnny  knew you were ready to resume any second.

“Just don’t be mad, okay?” He put his hand onto yours, trying to keep it steady in place, in case you came up with any new maneuvers.

“I’m already mad,” you faked a frown, trying to correspond with your words. Honestly, you were holding back the giggles, surprised by how easily you managed to turn Johnny into a squealing mess.

“We went surfing…” he admitted silently, dragging your stacked hands up to his chest, as he was raising another one, tucking your wet, sand crumbled hair behind your ear. “I’m sorry.”

“During the storm? Are you insane?” All the giggles disappeared from your mind, and you were both, angry and concerned. The frown was real now. “You said you wouldn’t…” a sigh left your throat, as you were about to get up leaving him alone on the sand. But his hands caught your hips, pushing you back down, and you ended up back on your side, leaning on your elbow next to him.

“Johnny, you know how much I worry…” You sighed again looking at him, his eyes begging for forgiveness. You knew exactly why he did that, after all, you were a surfer yourself, except you were smart enough to not risk it too much.

“That’s why I didn’t tell you,” Johnny smiled, brushing the sand off of your cheek. You could see he was honestly sorry, he was just really bad at expressing that.

“No, you really are an idiot! It’s not how it works, dummy…” No matter how much you wanted to hate him, his smile would always soften your heart, making you forgive all of his foolishness. “What if something had happened to you?”

“But it didn’t,” he cut you off. “And I won’t do it again, I’m really sorry.” He placed a small peck to your cheek, pulling away to look you in the eye, searching for any sign of forgiveness.

“And you have no idea how scared I was,” Johnny chuckled. “My legs were shaking, I could barely stand up on my board.”

“Good, so it was a lesson learned,” you snugged into his lips, trailing kisses down his jaw. As you were reaching further, your frisky spirit kicked back in, and you exhaled right into the crook of his neck, making him shrug and yelp. It didn’t stop you from going down to his chest, then lowering to his torso and nibbling on his skin along the way.

“Babe, I told you everything, I apologize, stop!” Johnny was trying to push you away, as you were blowing air into his belly button, making him flex his abdomen tight. 

“Investigation is over, time for your punishment!” You smirked, looking at Johnny with your fiery eyes, pressing his wrists to the sand.

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Nobody can blame him, she was gorgeous. She was also funny and kind, and was an amazing cook too; he loved when she callend him Teddy because his mom was the only one who called him like that, and she was the only person besides her who did it too. He felt weak everytime when she tangled her fingers into his hair, or when she brused it softly. She smelled like cherries, and she always looked stunning.

He didn’t understand it, she couldn’t be that magnificent without effor. But guess what? She could and he couldn’t help but fall truly in love with her.

When she went to college in Los Angeles, he felt a bit lost and empty. He missed her so much but at least he had Bill, and he wasn’t too lonely.

Ted didn’t see her since three years ago, but that was the best for her and he knew it. She was one of the most clever minds in High School and she graduated with honors, it’s logical that she deserved study in a smart college with a bunch of smart people. He was the only boy she knew that wasn’t smart enough to stay permanently in her life.

She was a truly bodacious babe, and he was a clueless eighteen years old dude who was dumber than hell.

Talking about that, his luck (maybe his brain too) was so bad that he’s almost reproving physics because… Well, he doesn’t understand a flying shit of it.

Honestly, not everything was his fault. The teacher didn’t explain again when he expressed his concerns and doubts, or didn’t help him when he asked for her advice in many ocassions to resolve those hellish excercises.

When she said his terrible grades, he felt almost humilliated when his classmates started to laugh about him, some of them screamed that he was an idiot, but he looked like he wasn’t too worry about it.

Internally, he was almost crying out loud. Maybe he’s a bit goofy and clueless but he has feelings, and that witch hurted him when she told out loud that he won’t approve her subject and he won’t pass the final test because he was a dumb boy.

Ted doesn’t hate anybody, he’s a goog guy, but in that moment he almost hated her.

“Dude!”, Bill yells at Ted trying to attract his attention. He was so inmerse into his head that forgot about Bill being by his side. “Are you worry about the physics witch? Aren’t you”, his best friend asks.

Ted nods with a gulp when he realizes his fate. His dad is gonna kill him when he finds that out.

“I’m so over, dude”, Ted pulls his dark hair with concern. “Dad is gonna kill me, and the band will split.”

“No way, dude!”, Bill yells again. Ted knows how much his blonde best friend loves to yell when he’s excited or mad. “If you approve the final test you will pass the subject, that was the physics witch said.”

“And how the heck will I approve the test if I don’t know anything about the subject?”, Ted asks. “It’s impossible, dude.”

“No, it’s not!”

The two of them walk through the parking lot when Bill’s step-mom, Missy, parks her car waiting for them. The only thing is that she isn’t alone this time.

That’s a bit weird, being honest. Missy not often has female company, not since she got married Mr. Preston.

And like always, Ted punches Bill’s shoulder and reminds him:

“Dude, she’s your mom!”

Bill moves his head right to left, looking dumber than usual.

“She’s a bit older than us, dude!”, the blonde boy answers. “And look at that babe, is gorgeous.”

Maybe Ted was worried about his low grades in physics and stuff, but when someone mentions «babe», he just can focus on the girl.

He was in love with someone who didn’t have idea, not married or something.

Missy gives them a kind smile when they get close to the car, and the second girl mover her head too; his throat’s dry and his stomach twists nervously at the sight of Angelica.

How can it be that possible? She was busy studying a smart career with a lot of smart people in LA, not in San Dimas!

“Hi!”, Angelica greets when they get into the back seats with a jump. “Gosh, you guys got truly handsome while I was away!”

Okay he’s really nervous right now, but he can act carefree about the situation. He oftenly does it and he manage to fool people making them believe he’s carefree about everything… While in his head he’s on crisis and most of the times crying internally.

Yeah, being a clueless eighteen years old dude isn’t an easy job.

But Angelica is smart and he’s not sure about how many time he could manage this whole situation, she knows him better than himself does.

“You know, baby”, Bill starts to talk crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Puberty and stuff.”

Ted looks at Bill archeing his brows with esceptical eyes; Missy tries to not laugh about him and Angelica smiles.

“I believe that of Teddy”, Angelica says and those butterflies in Ted’s stomach starts to make troubles there because of the nickname. “He was shorter than you three years ago, but look at him now. I’m sure he could play basket in college.”

Oh c'mon! She’s making his whole carefree thing harder than usual.

“I don’t think so, babe”, Ted replies with a shy smile. “But thanks for the accompliment.”

Angelica gives him a bright smile, Missy drives to theit neighbourhood and Bill half-shuts his eyes looking at his best friend, who has his «daydreaming awake» face right now.

Oh man, this guy is so obvious.

“Dude!”, Bill mutters punching Ted’s right arm. “Did you get her over?”, he looks at Ted’s guilty face and opens his eyes with surprise. “You didn’t!”, he mutters again. “Why did you never tell me, dude?”, and yes, Bill punches Ted’s arm again.

“Cuz I knew you’ll be so agressive like now!”, the darkhaired boy mutters back. “And she can’t know about this if I don’t tell her, okay?” So shut the hell up, dude.“

Bill fakes closing his mouth like a zipper and Ted takes a deep breath, being sure that those pretty girls in the fron seats are busy talking to each other and didn’t notice the mutters war that he and Bill had a few seconds ago.

When the car arrives to the neighbourhood, Missy stops it in front of Ted’s house. His dad is in the living room and he can see him through the windows. He can’t help but gulp feeling a bit anxious, and a second later, he and Angelica get out of the car, because her house is next to his own.

"See ya, dude and babe!”, Bill yells at the two of them and Missy shakes her hand in goodby, starting to drive to their house.

Ted barely had noticed that Angelica just has a simple backpack with her, and he look at her with curious eyes.

“That boy won’t change ever”, she smiles. “And you neither, in attitude I mean because physically you grew up very well”, Angelica adds and then looks at the door of her house. “It feels like a century since the last time I looked at that door.”

“It’s been three years since the last time you were stood right here, Ange”, he replies sliding his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “For everyone here that feels like a century.”

She approaches at him, brushing his hair softly, just like only her knows to do it.

“Yeah, I know”, she nods while her hand rests onto his left shoulder. “I missed you a lot, Teddy.”

And Angelica hugs him, burying her face in his chest; she’s a lot shorter than him but that doesn’t matter, being honest. She always says how much she loves the way he’s taller than her (even when he was shorter than Bill a few years ago) and the way they both fit perfectly in each others arms without effort.

The butterflies attack his stomach again while he’s thinking about her. She’s so bodacious that it looks almost like a joke or something.

“Theodore, come here”, his dad shouts opening the front door.

And there’s the fear filling his body again, he’s over… No, he’s more than over, he’s a clueless dead dude.

“Bogus”, Ted whispers and Angelica breaks the hug moving her head, staring at Captain Logan with mischevious eyes. “What'cha gonna do, Ange?”

“Shut up and follow me”, she whispers back and they approach together to Ted’s dad, who has this scarying furrowed eyebrows face.“Hi, Captain Logan!”, Angelica greets with a pretty smile. “I’m sorry if Ted is late, I borrowed him for a few minutes because I arrived to San Dimas this morning and I went for him to the School. Excuse me for that, it’s just… I missed him a lot.”

Captain Logan’s face gets a bit softer (in a way that Ted didn’t believe he could) after her speech.

She’s such a sweet talker and she always wins everything she wants. She has talent and he knows it very well.

“There’s no problem with you, Angelica”, Captain Logan says. “But the principal called me a few minutes ago and told me Ted is gonna repprove physics if he doesn’t pass the final test.”

Oh, no those disapproval eyes. He hates them since forever.

Ted gulps feeling anxious and nervous again. He’s dead.

Angelica giggles and Ted forrows his brows.

“Oh, that has sense”, she says. “He had worried eyes all the way until we came here but he didn’t mention nothing about it”, Angelica pats his shoulder very gently. “I could help him with it if you give me your permisson.”

Okay, her mental sanity went to hell very quickly than he thought.

“I don’t wanna botter you with this, darling”, Captain Logan replies. “He will be better studying alone in his room without hanging out for this entire week until he passes the test.”

Yeah, he’s officially dead.

“But Captain Logan, I’m very sure this whole situation isn’t his entire fault because I know his physics teacher, the woman isn’t so kind and sweet, y'know”, Angelica expresses. She’s good. “I had some troubles with her when I was in High School, and I can help him to approve the test, I swear.”

It takes a few moments but after all her argue, Captain Logan accepts her offer for Ted’s surprise.

“With two conditions”, Captain Locan says a little bit too loud and bossy. “Nobody is hanging out to nowhere and he’s gonna studying with you here in the house while I’m working, until I return from work. Understood?”

“Yes sir!”, the both yell.

Angelica loves to yell like that when she’s in front of Ted’s dad. It’s something funny to do.

“I gotta go again, I’ll be back in the evening”, he looks at Ted. “Take care of your brother, Theodore.”

“Yes sir.”

Captain Logan gets out of the house and walks towards his car, leaving them alone again.

And when the vehicle is out of the sight, Ted takes a deep breath feeling calm at last.

“That was so damn close”, Angelica points, giving him a look. “Could we get into the house? I know we live in California, but the heat is gonna roast me alive.”

Ted laughs.

“C'mon babe.”

Angelica is gonna explain him physics an entire week and they will be alone a bunch of hours until his dad retirns of work every evening… Oh man.

“Hey, Scott! Come over,” Y/N called, rolling down the window of her fresh Mercedes, checking her make up in the rear mirror. Grinning, Scott slowly approached the car and then leaned against the opened window sticking his head inside.

“Can I borrow you for the night?” Y/N asked, smiling at Scott, blowing a pink gum bubble and popping it with the sound of him closing the passenger door.

“Where are we going?” Scott set his eyes on the road, he still wasn’t sure if that was a good idea. He had a rule to not get attached, that was why he preferred one-time clients, but with Y/N it was a different game.

“My apartment. Is that alright?” Y/N was nodding to the beat.

“Sure, whatever.”

It was a silent ride from the moment on, apart from music filling up the tensed air. Both of them had things to say, but neither one dared to.

Scott felt like this wasn’t going to end well, Y/N was notoriously ferocious, she was used to always having things her way. And yet, that was the feature that got him so attracted to her, ignoring how harmful Y/N could be for his reputation, especially when his life was about to change. However, Scott hadn’t told his plans to anyone yet, and mostly he was afraid to reveal them to her.

“What would you say if I wasn’t gonna pay you tonight?” Y/N was the first one to break the silence. Conveniently, the red light lit up and she turned her head towards Scott, witnessing his bleak face.

“What do you mean?” He exhaled, shifting in his seat.

“I mean I can, but I don’t want to.” Y/N turned the radio volume down and began  seductively playing with her earhoop. “Do you?”

“Y/N”, Scott sighed turning away and trying to hide his face. “We’ve talked about this. If there’s no money involved, then things get complicated.”

“Oh so we’re still in denial” she snorted, “I see…”

Both of them understood that money was only a formality here. It didn’t feel like a job for Scott, he just knew that while there was money, it mean there was a safe distance between them. Simply a hustler and his client, no feelings involved. Or that was what he thought.

“You know what,” Y/N accelerated, ”By the end of the night, you can decide whether you want me to pay you or not.”

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Stepping through the door, Y/N dropped her keys to the glove basket and spit her bubblegum out, the same second she got pinned to the wall by Scott, who was pulling her faux-fur coat down. His lips went straight into hers, smudging her cherry lipstick all over their skin, indulging in her sweet taste.

Scott already knew the way to Y/N’s bedroom, he was slowly leading her there, undressing her further. “Don’t you care what your neighbors think when they see you bring me here?” Scott pulled her crop top over her head, digging his fingers into her plump, lace covered breasts.

“Oh, I bet they’re jealous,” Y/N moaned, feeling Scott’s hands against her skin, while his tongue was dancing on her sensitive neck. “I’m gonna make sure they hear how good you fuck me.” She tugged Scott’s striped shirt, giving him a sign that she wanted it off and helped him to get rid of it.

They were making out, rolling against the walls of her hallway, getting closer to her bedroom. Scott was starving for her, Y/N really wasn’t a client, she was his biggest craving, the woman who was making him week in his knees. And also painfully hard in his pants.

Once they reached the room, Scott unzipped Y/N’s skirt letting it fall and dragged her panties down with it. Swiftly, he sat Y/N up on top of her vanity and kneeled in front of her, pushing her legs apart and drowning his face inside her heat.

Y/N felt her blood rushing down as Scott’s tongue was playing tricks on her sweet spot, sucking and flickering around her knob. “Yes yes, please, there, o-oh Scott,” she whimpered pulling his head even closer and tangled her fingers in his dark hair.

Y/N was desperate, pushing her hips forward to the point where she was barely on the table anymore, having her legs resting over Scott’s shoulders. She was too far gone to realize they were losing balance, as she shifted even more of her weight onto him, making them both fall to the carpet, leaving her straddling Scott’s face.

“Shit, I’m sorry. Are you okay?” She was all breathy and dazed by the feeling of Scott toying with her sensitive clit, lapping her juices and stroking her satiny skin.

“Mhm,” he hummed under her, sending vibrations over her dripping slit. Y/N was practically riding his tongue, leading the rhythm and keeping him at the right place. She loved being in control, taking every bit of pleasure Scott could offer her and screaming at how satisfied it made her feel.

“Scott, I’m so close, keep it up, baby.” Y/N closed her eyes, gathering all her senses downwards. She leaned against footboard of her bed, needing of better support as she came hard on his face.

“Oh my God, Scott, o-oh God.” Y/N was rolling her hips and shrieking his name, as if she actually meant what she had said earlier about her neighbors. For a moment she felt helpless, trembling on top of Scott’s lips, as he kept on gently licking her over-sensitized nerves. The sensation was forcing Y/N to escape, but she failed to do so as she got betrayed by her shaky legs, turning her into a whiny mess.

“You never fail to amaze me, Scott,” Y/N giggled falling next to him and wrapping her arm around his chest. Reaching for Scott’s lips she could taste her arousal smudged over his face, and he seemed happier than ever holding Y/N in his embrace.

“What would you say if we took this to bed?” She suggested, and Scott nodded helping Y/N stand up. He briefly ran his fingers over her dripping slit, teasing her sensitiveness. Scott knew it would immediately make Y/N wince, and he enjoyed it, as that was the only sign of weakness she would ever give away.

Y/N unclasped her bra and tossed it aside, getting herself comfortable on her queen sized bed, while Scott took the condom out of his pocket giving her to hold it before fully undressing himself. No matter how many times she had seen Scott naked, the sight of his stiff, slightly curved cock, would always make her pussy water. The same went for him, Y/N’s plump breasts would bring sparks to Scott’s eyes, as he was mentally sucking on them, cherishing her hard nipples.

Hurriedly, Y/N got closer to Scott, stroking his hard member with her comparably tiny palm before opening the wrapper and rolling the condom on. She drew Scott to the bed, climbing on top of him, again. Y/N was like a lioness, claiming her territory, scratching Scott’s chest with her claws and there were no words needed for both of them to know she was going to be on top, like most of the time.

“Ready?” Scott grabbed his cock by the shaft, aligning it with Y/N’s entrance and gazed into her eyes as she was slowly sinking down. Y/N gave herself all the time to adjust, and truth to be told, she needed quite a lot of it. Scott was gifted, stretching her tight, resisting walls every single time, no matter how aroused she was and she couldn’t help but enjoy feeling him invading her tight cunt inch by inch, flaming up her throbbing passage.

Feeling herself more comfortable all the way down, Y/N started moving slowly having her hands resting on Scott’s stomach. With every push, she could feel his tip hitting her magical spot, sending shivers down her bouncing core while she was grinding him, getting all breathy and sweaty.

Scott was trying hold himself together, fighting her irresistible spells, but he was flushing, seeing Y/N moving seductively on top of him and feeling her warm leaking pussy enveloping his achingly hard member. Scott was clenching his wrists with low grunts emerging from his throat, almost as if he didn’t want to admit how good it actually felt to be completely overtaken by a bold woman, who was gliding his cock like her life depended on it.

“Fuck” Y/N moaned biting her lip and bringing her hands up to play with her bouncy breasts. The sight for Scott was becoming unbearable so he shut his eyes, trying to thrust into her deeper, bringing her very close very quickly. Y/N could already feel her muscles tightening, clenching around his length, as she kept on steadily bouncing, hitting him to the shaft. “Oh Scott, I’m almost…” She fell down to his chest, breathing her moans directly into his ear.

“Me to, baby.” Scott bent his knees and began ramming forcefully, vigorously brushing against her tightening walls. They came hard together, Y/N’s throbbing cunt milking Scott’s cock, finally giving him his sweet release, which was only this good with her. He didn’t want to admit that, but no one had ever fucked him the way Y/N did.

She was still on top, panting and gulping at how strong her orgasm had hit, she loved how Scott was filling her up and, even with his member softening inside her, she was still feeling stuffed. “Sooo… What do you think?” She grinned.

“I think… I should be the one paying you tonight,” Scott snickered, pulling out of her. He got rid of the condom tossing it to the ground and turned back to Y/N placing a passionate kiss to her lips.

“Ohh, just admit it, I’m your dream girl, Scotty,” Y/N smirked and rested her head on his chest. He didn’t respond to that.

“Y/N?” Scott inhaled sucking a lot of air in, which Y/N could feel from laying on top of his expanding chest, and it was a clear sign that nothing good was about to come after this.

“Yeah?” Y/N thought about raising her head to look at him, but she couldn’t force herself to, she knew Scott was about to say something she didn’t want to hear.

“I’m going to change.” Air rushed out of his lungs, as he was trying to stroke her hair with his shaking hands, wanting to soften her up. “A-and a girl like you, would be a problem. Well, you know... Especially given the life I’m about to live.”

“Don’t worry, it’s not like I expected us to be something, Scotty,” Y/N gulped, lying to him and trying to convince herself it was actually the truth what she had just spoken. She could hear Scott’s heart pounding as she was desperately trying to hold her tears back. “Is this our last time?”

“Yes, I think it’s better this way.” Scott was stone cold. Not because he meant it, he simply thought it would be easier for her thinking he felt nothing. Scott knew he should have just taken the money, but it was already too late.

Trying to hide her sniffles, Y/N rolled off of him and turned her back, crunching into a little ball. “Can you at last spend the night here then?” She silently asked. Y/N had never felt this vulnerable and exposed before in her life, knowing it was their last night, she wished they had spent it differently, but she couldn’t turn the time back. The only relief Y/N had now was feeling Scott’s arms wrapping around her and his warm skin soothing her back, lulling her to sleep.

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