“We’re here,” He says, putting the car in park.
“Ponyboy this is just an abandoned lot in the middle of nowhere.” You say confused.
“I know. Perfect encontro, data spot.” He grins.
“I don’t get it,” You say, clueless.
“I actually got a license and my brother’s old car, so I figured we’d go somewhere.” He shrugs.
“But what are we supposed to do?” You asks confused.
“The backseat?” He raises his eyebrows, Biting his lip.
“Oh,” You say, it finally clicking. You unbuckle your seatbelt, moving over to straddle him. “This is going to be a fun date.” You wickedly grin.
And his mouth attacks yours, his hands already up your shirt.
You tug at the rim of his shirt, pulling it up and breaking the kiss to pull it over his head, and you toss it into the back seat. He Does the same with your shirt.
“There’s not a lot of room up here,”
He mutters.
You crawl in between the two from seats to get to the back ones, Ponyboy close behind.
You have both already slid off your jeans, lying in a heap on topo, início of each other.
You lay down on the three seats in the back, and Ponyboy gets on topo, início of you, attacking you with kisses all down your neck, while reaching a hand down your panties.
He slowly pulls them down, smiling at you with this look in his eye.
And then you gasp at the feel of his tongue swirling around.
He gets up, grinning like the happiest kid on the planet, sliding off his boxers.
You lean up on your elbows, turning your head slightly behind you to look at the fogged glass.
And he pushes into you.
Hard and fast, with no time to adjust.
He rams you into the car door as you hit your high.
He pulls out, grinning like mad.
You’re breathing heavily, but you want more.
“Ponyboy this is just an abandoned lot in the middle of nowhere.” You say confused.
“I know. Perfect encontro, data spot.” He grins.
“I don’t get it,” You say, clueless.
“I actually got a license and my brother’s old car, so I figured we’d go somewhere.” He shrugs.
“But what are we supposed to do?” You asks confused.
“The backseat?” He raises his eyebrows, Biting his lip.
“Oh,” You say, it finally clicking. You unbuckle your seatbelt, moving over to straddle him. “This is going to be a fun date.” You wickedly grin.
And his mouth attacks yours, his hands already up your shirt.
You tug at the rim of his shirt, pulling it up and breaking the kiss to pull it over his head, and you toss it into the back seat. He Does the same with your shirt.
“There’s not a lot of room up here,”
He mutters.
You crawl in between the two from seats to get to the back ones, Ponyboy close behind.
You have both already slid off your jeans, lying in a heap on topo, início of each other.
You lay down on the three seats in the back, and Ponyboy gets on topo, início of you, attacking you with kisses all down your neck, while reaching a hand down your panties.
He slowly pulls them down, smiling at you with this look in his eye.
And then you gasp at the feel of his tongue swirling around.
He gets up, grinning like the happiest kid on the planet, sliding off his boxers.
You lean up on your elbows, turning your head slightly behind you to look at the fogged glass.
And he pushes into you.
Hard and fast, with no time to adjust.
He rams you into the car door as you hit your high.
He pulls out, grinning like mad.
You’re breathing heavily, but you want more.
You smiled at him, waiting for him to continue. He grabbed your hand. “I thought it’d be the coolest thing to be a train. I don’t even know why. Maybe because they’re always moving, they’re big, I don’t know.” He shrugs his shoulders.
“But as I got older, I realized I was like a train. Always pushing forward, no turning around of anything. From the looks of it, my train was going to end me up in jail.” He stops walking at the track switch.
“(Y/N), you were like my track switch. My train was headed for nowhere till you came along. Now I see my train going somewhere, to a house, a family, a life.” He pauses. “And I wanted to say thank you.” He says quietly.
You just embrulho, envoltório your arms around him.
you and Soda <3
