BeautifulYoungPrince
Star
- Joined
- Aug 28, 2010
- Location
- Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory
Jonathan, or Johnny Rainey, was something like your average teenage boy. About 5'10, strong but still a little skinny, hair cut in a short and messy manner, attitude teasing and playful. For months now he'd lived with his father Mort, the published writer, in his lake house in the trees. Keira, Mort's girlfriend had been there for a time, just long enough for Johnny to develop a crush on her.
Their household had been extremely male-oriented before then, and a feminine touch had taken them both by surprise, and they liked it. Johnny did feel a little strange about liking his own father's love interest, but it wasn't his fault! She was damn sexy, beautiful, and she teased him. Only so much could be expected from a teenager; his hormones were driving him through the roof.
"Hey." Johnny murmured, coming down the stairs of the wood paneled house. His bed was the pullout couch in his father's loft office that overlooked the living room. Wearing dark green boxers, a wife beater and white socks, Johnny ran a hand through his bedhead hair, making it look even more like a duck. The boy was fairly handsome, in a scruffy sort of way.
Keira and Mort were sitting on the couch, Mort in his usual striped earthy colored robe. He put a hand on his dad's head, mussing his hair before going to the kitchen to grab a carton of orange juice. Returning, he plopped down on an armchair, noticing Mort's displeased look when he drunk straight from the carton. "What? Its almost gone, I'm gonna finish it." Johnny smiled at Keira playfully. He was boyishly handsome in the face; his jaw slightly chiseled, yet his nose and mouth cute.
Their household had been extremely male-oriented before then, and a feminine touch had taken them both by surprise, and they liked it. Johnny did feel a little strange about liking his own father's love interest, but it wasn't his fault! She was damn sexy, beautiful, and she teased him. Only so much could be expected from a teenager; his hormones were driving him through the roof.
"Hey." Johnny murmured, coming down the stairs of the wood paneled house. His bed was the pullout couch in his father's loft office that overlooked the living room. Wearing dark green boxers, a wife beater and white socks, Johnny ran a hand through his bedhead hair, making it look even more like a duck. The boy was fairly handsome, in a scruffy sort of way.
Keira and Mort were sitting on the couch, Mort in his usual striped earthy colored robe. He put a hand on his dad's head, mussing his hair before going to the kitchen to grab a carton of orange juice. Returning, he plopped down on an armchair, noticing Mort's displeased look when he drunk straight from the carton. "What? Its almost gone, I'm gonna finish it." Johnny smiled at Keira playfully. He was boyishly handsome in the face; his jaw slightly chiseled, yet his nose and mouth cute.