Crooked Young
Let Me Show You Love
TONY'S POV
Taking my notebook out, I dropped it on the desk as I rummaged through my bag for a pen. On my left, I could feel my lab partner giving me a death stare as usual. She hated me - she hated my jokes, she hated the fact I didn't want to gossip, and she hated that I never shared answers with her.
"Could you be any louder?" She scolded, pink pen drumming annoyingly on the desk.
"Yeah, actually, I could." Slamming my pen down, I mocked her irritating tone under my breath as I shoved my bag to the floor.
Mr Rodriguez, a tall man with a love for science-related ties, gave me a warning glance before turning to his desk and lifting a large pile of paper. He informed the class that we were doing a pop quiz, which everyone groaned at. When he finally reached my desk, he wished Lynsey good luck and completely ignored me.
Looking down at the test, I quickly went about ticking the right answers. One good thing about Mr Rodriguez was that he always made his quizzes multiple choice, so it was never that hard. Also, he was a pretty good teacher, so the subject came easily to me. Within 10 minutes, I was done.
Since I'd finished so fast, I pulled my notebook towards me and flicked to the front, smiling at the note that Karina had left there a week before.
Cesar Antonio Soto Perry
you smell
a lot
like aftershave and mints.
I like u a lot, bearer of penis :)
sincerely, chicken nugget hoover
Feeling something nip my arm, I hissed as I yanked it under the table. Lynsey widened her eyes at me, silently telling me something I couldn't understand. When it became evident I was not following, she huffed angrily and rolled her eyes. Oops.
Sitting back in my seat, I pulled out my phone and texted Karina. I hadn't seen her all day, and we were suppose to be going to the beach after school.
From: Karina
If I get in trouble, you owe me big time!
To: Karina
What do I owe?
From: Karina
Haven't decided yet. I'm going to hold off until I can think of something good.
"Tony," Mr Rodriguez barked, "phone away!"
I glanced up nonchalantly, not really seeing the problem. I'd finished the test, my homework was up to date, and he had assigned no further work for that period yet. There was really nothing else for me to do.
"Tony," he repeated, his clenched knuckles propping himself up. "Will you put that thing away?"
I shrugged, locking it and sliding it between my legs. It was, technically, away. Lynsey kicked my chair, being the usual confusing bitch she was, and then scooted away. I assumed it was suppose to offend me, but it didn't. It just meant that my lungs were not being poisoned by the smell of her horrible perfume.
"Is it gone?" Mr Rodriguez asked.
"Like you hair," I retorted with a naughty grin.
The class laughed, and Lynsey grumbled something under her breathe. Mr Rodriguez rose to his feet, pointing at the door and screaming for me to get out.
"I'm leaving, I'm leaving," I said, raising one hand as I grabbed my bag and shoved my things away. I walked to the door at a slow place, dragging out the annoyance for him. When I opened the door, I spun around on the spot and looked at my classmates. "Number 5 is A!" I yelled, darting away and slamming the door behind me.
Damn, I love Chemistry.
Staring out of the window, which was bending with the rain, I drummed my fingers against the steering wheel as I waited for Karina. I assumed we would no longer be going to the beach, but I wasn't certain. Karina wasn't the most predictable of people, but I loved that about her.
"Boo," said the girl herself, clambering into the car with her hair stuck to her face. She gave me a cheesy smile, dropping into the passenger seat. "So, wanna go to a park or something?"
Laughing to myself, I shrugged impartially, pulling out of the parking space I was in. Karina turned the radio up, playing Pink Floyd through my speakers - well, my parents' speakers.
The rain hammered off the car as we drove along. It was rarely so miserable in San Diego, so the weather was welcomed with opened arms. Everything was grey: the low hanging clouds creating a blanket over the sky. Between swipes of the windscreen wipers, I enjoyed seeing cars ahead racing through the puddles.
"What park do you have in mind?" I asked, glancing at Karina once I was on a quieter road. She had her head resting on the seat belt, and was curled up with her hoodie over her legs.
"Anywhere," she smiled softly, "I really don't care."
She was so beautiful that my mind was almost unable to fathom it. Her black hair - even when messy - suited her pale face, and her blue eyes were both soft and deep. I couldn't wrap my head around how I'd managed to convince her to be my girlfriend.
I stopped the car next to a small park that clung to the side of a hill. There was a few benches scattered in between trees, as well as a playground in the distance. No other cars were in the car park, which made it feel even more deserted, but it was nice. It was peaceful.
Without saying a word, Karina tossed her hoodie in the backseat before climbing through with great difficulty. I observed with interest as she curled up once again, leaning her head against the window and watching the scenery that shifted continuously from the cascading rain drops.
Unbuckling myself, I crammed my body through the gap between the two front seats, falling into the back with a great thud. Karina looked at me with an adorable smile, the corners of her eyes crinkling as her lips curled upwards.
"I'm glad you find me funny," I joked, moving towards the opposite side.
Once I was sitting comfortably, Karina extended her leg and prodded me with her foot. It was only then that I realised she'd taken her shoes off.
"I'm not talking to you," I said bluntly. "You laughed at me."
"You are talking to me though," she pointed out, but I turned my head away. She whispered my name playfully, causing my heart rate to go all over the place, but I didn't look at her. I just focused on a tree, which was twisted and crippled by the deceptive window.
"Talk to me," she whined playfully, kissing my cheek. The moment I felt her lips against my skin, I turned around.
There was something underrated about kisses. It was one of the most intimate gestures, but people gave them away like handy down jeans. Every time Karina kissed me, I felt so sure of everything. It reminded me that she felt close to me, and I liked that.
"Tony," she said softly, her hand resting on my shoulder.
I took hold of her waist and guided her on to my lap, watching with a straight face as she stared at me. Her mouth opened like she was going to speak again, but I stopped her with a kiss.
KARINA'S POV
We had been in Tony's car for nearly an hour - listening contently to the rain mix with Pink Floyd. I was lying with my back against the car door, and my legs across Tony's lap. Every now and then, when I was most caught up in a song, Tony would kiss me. It was like he could tell how much I was loving it.
"You know, you look at the roof of the car when you get really into songs."
Blushing, I fiddled with my wristband as his words clung to the air. "Really?"
"Mhm," he confirmed, running his hand down my leg. My skin tingled everywhere he touched, like he was fire and I was ice. "Kat, can I ask you something?"
"Of course, what's wrong?"
Tony moved his hand back up, drawing little patterns on my upper thigh. He seemed so deep in thought, tracing squiggles on to my jeans like it would leave a permanent mark. "I was just wondering, um, how far would you have gone with Owen?"
Putting my hand on top of his, I curled my fingers and squeezed a little. "Nowhere," I told him honestly. "He never appealed to me like that. Actually, he never appealed to me at all."
Tony nodded thoughtfully, staring at our hands. "Do you think that you'll be ready to take the next step with someone soon?"
I sucked my bottom lip in, taking a deep breathe as I thought about his question. Honestly, I wanted to have sex, but I was scared. I didn't want to look stupid, or be bad, or end up feeling more pain than pleasure.
"I'm kind of nervous," I confessed with an embarrassed chuckle, turning my head so it was buried in his shirt.
Tony kissed my hair sweetly. "No pressure. I'd never force you to do something you're not comfortable doing."
I shifted, feeling conflicted in myself. "No, see, the thing is- It's just that I don't want to be bad," I told him. "I don't want to hurt, or bleed on you, or like just be really rubbish at it all. But I want to do it."
"So it's not that you find me ugly?" Tony teased.
Laughing softly, I shook my head. "No. I-I want to loose it with you."
"You're not under any obligation," he reminded me, fingertip now trailing up and down my thigh. "I just- I just want to be that close with you to show you how much I care for you, y'know? Like, to prove how much I really feel for you."
"You are getting very cheesy," I giggled, kissing his cheek. When I pulled away, my mind stopped dead, no longer working overload to muster up any confidence. "Do, um, do you wanna do it?"
Tony froze, his tanned cheeks going red. "What, seriously? Like, right now?"
"Well, if we don't now, I don't think I ever will."
Tony laughed, gulping as his eyes broke away from mine. I raised my hand and put my finger under his chin, turning his face back around. Even though I was petrified, I was also excited. I lifted my head and kissed his lips softly and slowly, savouring every second.
Opening his mouth, Tony deepened the kiss as he moved out from underneath me. Swiftly, he switched positions so that he was hovering over me, guiding my body down with his free hand.
"If you want to stop at any point," he said breathily, "just tell me, okay?"
I nodded, scooting down so that I was lying flat out. I bent one leg and wrapped my arms around Tony's neck, pulling him closer. Despite the fact we'd made out like that before, it had never felt so raw and honest.
Tony slipped his hand under my shirt, massaging my breast through my bra. It felt good - better than it ever did when I tried it alone - and, with a strategic squeeze, he earned a pleasured groan from me.
Tugging Tony's shirt up his body, which was barely anything more than a shadow of strong slopes and curves, I broke off the kiss to pull it over his head, rolling it up in a ball and tossing it towards the front of the car. He moved down my body, asking permission with his eyes before unbuttoning my jeans. As he gently tugged them, along with my pants, down my legs, I began to freak out. What if it's really awkward? What if I don't get wet? Am I suppose to return the favour? What if I try to give him a hand job but I can't make him-
"Shit," I breathed, clutching on the seat as I felt a unique sensation pulse through me, pulling me out of my thoughts and into a far better place. Tony's kisses sent my head rolling back, and my back arched up as his tongue joined in. I never thought it was possible to feel so good.
Tangling my fingers in his hair, I let my breathing go haywire as he put my legs over his shoulders. I expected being eaten out to be awkward, but it wasn't. I just felt like I was in heaven, and that I was there with the only person I really wanted.
Gasping once again, I released my grip on Tony's hair and moved away from him. He looked up at me with a face of worry, like he was scared in case he'd done something wrong.
"It's my turn," I said quietly, my words drowning in the rain. We swapped position: I was on top, and Tony was laying below.
Taking Tony's jeans and boxers off was the easy part (especially considering he helped), but I felt clueless when it came to actually using my body. Trying to sort through my thoughts, I recalled some weird porno I'd watched a few weeks before and decided to follow what the girl in it did. Even though I was hesitant, I still wanted to do it.
I started with a kiss on the tip, and then a lick, and then finally found the courage to go all the way. I was just waiting for Tony to call it off, but he didn't - I just felt him harden, and heard him groan as he held my hair out of my face. It was just for practicality, but it showed a sense of care too.
We were a tangled mess. A confused bundle of limbs and limp words. My non-matching bra and pants were long gone, as was Tony's top and a condom wrapper. Our skin touching caused electricity to shoot through me, and I loved every second of it. I loved the way he kissed me like we were going to die tomorrow, and he held me like he was never going to let go.
Positioning himself at my entrance, Tony ran his fingers up my inner thigh before pushing in. At first it hurt, but the pain quickly subsided and was replaced with pleasure. He leaned down, kissing me with more passion than he ever had before. It almost exceeded passion, but I didn't know what to call it then.
Somehow, Tony was a natural pro when it came to sex. He alternated between fast and slow, teasing me over and over. It never got old, though. It got sweatier, and sexier, and made me more desperate, but it never got old.
"My God," I choked out, scratching at his muscly back. "Tony! Shit, Tone, I-"
"Me too," he panted, his thrusts becoming harder and faster.
All of a sudden, like the feeling in the pit of my stomach could not get any better, it did. I hit my climax, which was like buying a chocolate bar and then biting down to realize there was caramel inside. It was a surprise which caused me to loudly call out Tony's name, fighting for my breathe as he came too.
Pulling out of me, Tony discarded the used condom as the sound of our heavy breathing filled the car.
"Tony?"
"Yeah?"
"We really need to do that more often."
Taking my notebook out, I dropped it on the desk as I rummaged through my bag for a pen. On my left, I could feel my lab partner giving me a death stare as usual. She hated me - she hated my jokes, she hated the fact I didn't want to gossip, and she hated that I never shared answers with her.
"Could you be any louder?" She scolded, pink pen drumming annoyingly on the desk.
"Yeah, actually, I could." Slamming my pen down, I mocked her irritating tone under my breath as I shoved my bag to the floor.
Mr Rodriguez, a tall man with a love for science-related ties, gave me a warning glance before turning to his desk and lifting a large pile of paper. He informed the class that we were doing a pop quiz, which everyone groaned at. When he finally reached my desk, he wished Lynsey good luck and completely ignored me.
Looking down at the test, I quickly went about ticking the right answers. One good thing about Mr Rodriguez was that he always made his quizzes multiple choice, so it was never that hard. Also, he was a pretty good teacher, so the subject came easily to me. Within 10 minutes, I was done.
Since I'd finished so fast, I pulled my notebook towards me and flicked to the front, smiling at the note that Karina had left there a week before.
Cesar Antonio Soto Perry
you smell
a lot
like aftershave and mints.
I like u a lot, bearer of penis :)
sincerely, chicken nugget hoover
Feeling something nip my arm, I hissed as I yanked it under the table. Lynsey widened her eyes at me, silently telling me something I couldn't understand. When it became evident I was not following, she huffed angrily and rolled her eyes. Oops.
Sitting back in my seat, I pulled out my phone and texted Karina. I hadn't seen her all day, and we were suppose to be going to the beach after school.
From: Karina
If I get in trouble, you owe me big time!
To: Karina
What do I owe?
From: Karina
Haven't decided yet. I'm going to hold off until I can think of something good.
"Tony," Mr Rodriguez barked, "phone away!"
I glanced up nonchalantly, not really seeing the problem. I'd finished the test, my homework was up to date, and he had assigned no further work for that period yet. There was really nothing else for me to do.
"Tony," he repeated, his clenched knuckles propping himself up. "Will you put that thing away?"
I shrugged, locking it and sliding it between my legs. It was, technically, away. Lynsey kicked my chair, being the usual confusing bitch she was, and then scooted away. I assumed it was suppose to offend me, but it didn't. It just meant that my lungs were not being poisoned by the smell of her horrible perfume.
"Is it gone?" Mr Rodriguez asked.
"Like you hair," I retorted with a naughty grin.
The class laughed, and Lynsey grumbled something under her breathe. Mr Rodriguez rose to his feet, pointing at the door and screaming for me to get out.
"I'm leaving, I'm leaving," I said, raising one hand as I grabbed my bag and shoved my things away. I walked to the door at a slow place, dragging out the annoyance for him. When I opened the door, I spun around on the spot and looked at my classmates. "Number 5 is A!" I yelled, darting away and slamming the door behind me.
Damn, I love Chemistry.
Staring out of the window, which was bending with the rain, I drummed my fingers against the steering wheel as I waited for Karina. I assumed we would no longer be going to the beach, but I wasn't certain. Karina wasn't the most predictable of people, but I loved that about her.
"Boo," said the girl herself, clambering into the car with her hair stuck to her face. She gave me a cheesy smile, dropping into the passenger seat. "So, wanna go to a park or something?"
Laughing to myself, I shrugged impartially, pulling out of the parking space I was in. Karina turned the radio up, playing Pink Floyd through my speakers - well, my parents' speakers.
The rain hammered off the car as we drove along. It was rarely so miserable in San Diego, so the weather was welcomed with opened arms. Everything was grey: the low hanging clouds creating a blanket over the sky. Between swipes of the windscreen wipers, I enjoyed seeing cars ahead racing through the puddles.
"What park do you have in mind?" I asked, glancing at Karina once I was on a quieter road. She had her head resting on the seat belt, and was curled up with her hoodie over her legs.
"Anywhere," she smiled softly, "I really don't care."
She was so beautiful that my mind was almost unable to fathom it. Her black hair - even when messy - suited her pale face, and her blue eyes were both soft and deep. I couldn't wrap my head around how I'd managed to convince her to be my girlfriend.
I stopped the car next to a small park that clung to the side of a hill. There was a few benches scattered in between trees, as well as a playground in the distance. No other cars were in the car park, which made it feel even more deserted, but it was nice. It was peaceful.
Without saying a word, Karina tossed her hoodie in the backseat before climbing through with great difficulty. I observed with interest as she curled up once again, leaning her head against the window and watching the scenery that shifted continuously from the cascading rain drops.
Unbuckling myself, I crammed my body through the gap between the two front seats, falling into the back with a great thud. Karina looked at me with an adorable smile, the corners of her eyes crinkling as her lips curled upwards.
"I'm glad you find me funny," I joked, moving towards the opposite side.
Once I was sitting comfortably, Karina extended her leg and prodded me with her foot. It was only then that I realised she'd taken her shoes off.
"I'm not talking to you," I said bluntly. "You laughed at me."
"You are talking to me though," she pointed out, but I turned my head away. She whispered my name playfully, causing my heart rate to go all over the place, but I didn't look at her. I just focused on a tree, which was twisted and crippled by the deceptive window.
"Talk to me," she whined playfully, kissing my cheek. The moment I felt her lips against my skin, I turned around.
There was something underrated about kisses. It was one of the most intimate gestures, but people gave them away like handy down jeans. Every time Karina kissed me, I felt so sure of everything. It reminded me that she felt close to me, and I liked that.
"Tony," she said softly, her hand resting on my shoulder.
I took hold of her waist and guided her on to my lap, watching with a straight face as she stared at me. Her mouth opened like she was going to speak again, but I stopped her with a kiss.
KARINA'S POV
We had been in Tony's car for nearly an hour - listening contently to the rain mix with Pink Floyd. I was lying with my back against the car door, and my legs across Tony's lap. Every now and then, when I was most caught up in a song, Tony would kiss me. It was like he could tell how much I was loving it.
"You know, you look at the roof of the car when you get really into songs."
Blushing, I fiddled with my wristband as his words clung to the air. "Really?"
"Mhm," he confirmed, running his hand down my leg. My skin tingled everywhere he touched, like he was fire and I was ice. "Kat, can I ask you something?"
"Of course, what's wrong?"
Tony moved his hand back up, drawing little patterns on my upper thigh. He seemed so deep in thought, tracing squiggles on to my jeans like it would leave a permanent mark. "I was just wondering, um, how far would you have gone with Owen?"
Putting my hand on top of his, I curled my fingers and squeezed a little. "Nowhere," I told him honestly. "He never appealed to me like that. Actually, he never appealed to me at all."
Tony nodded thoughtfully, staring at our hands. "Do you think that you'll be ready to take the next step with someone soon?"
I sucked my bottom lip in, taking a deep breathe as I thought about his question. Honestly, I wanted to have sex, but I was scared. I didn't want to look stupid, or be bad, or end up feeling more pain than pleasure.
"I'm kind of nervous," I confessed with an embarrassed chuckle, turning my head so it was buried in his shirt.
Tony kissed my hair sweetly. "No pressure. I'd never force you to do something you're not comfortable doing."
I shifted, feeling conflicted in myself. "No, see, the thing is- It's just that I don't want to be bad," I told him. "I don't want to hurt, or bleed on you, or like just be really rubbish at it all. But I want to do it."
"So it's not that you find me ugly?" Tony teased.
Laughing softly, I shook my head. "No. I-I want to loose it with you."
"You're not under any obligation," he reminded me, fingertip now trailing up and down my thigh. "I just- I just want to be that close with you to show you how much I care for you, y'know? Like, to prove how much I really feel for you."
"You are getting very cheesy," I giggled, kissing his cheek. When I pulled away, my mind stopped dead, no longer working overload to muster up any confidence. "Do, um, do you wanna do it?"
Tony froze, his tanned cheeks going red. "What, seriously? Like, right now?"
"Well, if we don't now, I don't think I ever will."
Tony laughed, gulping as his eyes broke away from mine. I raised my hand and put my finger under his chin, turning his face back around. Even though I was petrified, I was also excited. I lifted my head and kissed his lips softly and slowly, savouring every second.
Opening his mouth, Tony deepened the kiss as he moved out from underneath me. Swiftly, he switched positions so that he was hovering over me, guiding my body down with his free hand.
"If you want to stop at any point," he said breathily, "just tell me, okay?"
I nodded, scooting down so that I was lying flat out. I bent one leg and wrapped my arms around Tony's neck, pulling him closer. Despite the fact we'd made out like that before, it had never felt so raw and honest.
Tony slipped his hand under my shirt, massaging my breast through my bra. It felt good - better than it ever did when I tried it alone - and, with a strategic squeeze, he earned a pleasured groan from me.
Tugging Tony's shirt up his body, which was barely anything more than a shadow of strong slopes and curves, I broke off the kiss to pull it over his head, rolling it up in a ball and tossing it towards the front of the car. He moved down my body, asking permission with his eyes before unbuttoning my jeans. As he gently tugged them, along with my pants, down my legs, I began to freak out. What if it's really awkward? What if I don't get wet? Am I suppose to return the favour? What if I try to give him a hand job but I can't make him-
"Shit," I breathed, clutching on the seat as I felt a unique sensation pulse through me, pulling me out of my thoughts and into a far better place. Tony's kisses sent my head rolling back, and my back arched up as his tongue joined in. I never thought it was possible to feel so good.
Tangling my fingers in his hair, I let my breathing go haywire as he put my legs over his shoulders. I expected being eaten out to be awkward, but it wasn't. I just felt like I was in heaven, and that I was there with the only person I really wanted.
Gasping once again, I released my grip on Tony's hair and moved away from him. He looked up at me with a face of worry, like he was scared in case he'd done something wrong.
"It's my turn," I said quietly, my words drowning in the rain. We swapped position: I was on top, and Tony was laying below.
Taking Tony's jeans and boxers off was the easy part (especially considering he helped), but I felt clueless when it came to actually using my body. Trying to sort through my thoughts, I recalled some weird porno I'd watched a few weeks before and decided to follow what the girl in it did. Even though I was hesitant, I still wanted to do it.
I started with a kiss on the tip, and then a lick, and then finally found the courage to go all the way. I was just waiting for Tony to call it off, but he didn't - I just felt him harden, and heard him groan as he held my hair out of my face. It was just for practicality, but it showed a sense of care too.
We were a tangled mess. A confused bundle of limbs and limp words. My non-matching bra and pants were long gone, as was Tony's top and a condom wrapper. Our skin touching caused electricity to shoot through me, and I loved every second of it. I loved the way he kissed me like we were going to die tomorrow, and he held me like he was never going to let go.
Positioning himself at my entrance, Tony ran his fingers up my inner thigh before pushing in. At first it hurt, but the pain quickly subsided and was replaced with pleasure. He leaned down, kissing me with more passion than he ever had before. It almost exceeded passion, but I didn't know what to call it then.
Somehow, Tony was a natural pro when it came to sex. He alternated between fast and slow, teasing me over and over. It never got old, though. It got sweatier, and sexier, and made me more desperate, but it never got old.
"My God," I choked out, scratching at his muscly back. "Tony! Shit, Tone, I-"
"Me too," he panted, his thrusts becoming harder and faster.
All of a sudden, like the feeling in the pit of my stomach could not get any better, it did. I hit my climax, which was like buying a chocolate bar and then biting down to realize there was caramel inside. It was a surprise which caused me to loudly call out Tony's name, fighting for my breathe as he came too.
Pulling out of me, Tony discarded the used condom as the sound of our heavy breathing filled the car.
"Tony?"
"Yeah?"
"We really need to do that more often."
Notes
ugh i really dont think this is the best smut ive ever written :( i usually write the really rough bondage stuff, but it would not have fit at all haha.. Ive never had sex either, so please dont judge .-.
anyway, did you guys like this chapter? Also, could you guys please maybe recommended a Jaime story/imagine/just write one because fuck i am having major feels for that hedgehog.
thank you for reading, and I cannot put into words how thankful I am for the success this story has achieved! You guys rock ^.^ x
OMFG <3
7/6/15