One-Shot Collection - Keanu Reeves.

I've Never Done This Before - Ted Theodore Logan.

Smut warning.
Prompt: Reader and Ted Theodore Logan lose their virginities to each other.

  

   It was a Friday night when your friend, Ted, had invited you over to his house.

   The two of you had been friends for a while — meaning the two of you had become quite comfortable together. Sometimes, Bill would hang out with the two of you, but recently, you had seen less and less of him. Not that you were complaining, you preferred being alone with Ted anyway.

   Most times, the two of you hung out in the garage, because that's where all the guitars had been set up, and Ted was always eager to show you the new things had been writing for his two-man band, the other man being Bill.

   Today was different, though. When you and Ted walked to his place after school, he led you to his bedroom and not the garage, as he usually did. You thought nothing of it though, following him closely on toe.

   "Isn't your dad usually home by now?" You asked Ted as you followed him down the hallway of his house. You had noticed nobody was home when you saw the empty driveway.

   He sent you a small look over his shoulder, long dark hair shifting with the movement, a grin spread on his lips. "Yeah, but he said he would be staying late tonight or something — doing whatever he does." Ted answered, shrugging.

   You nodded. "Oh, well at least he won't be yelling at us about the 'volume level' like he always is." You teased.

   Ted laughed a little, shaking his head of shaggy hair. He stopped at what you assumed to be his bedroom door, his eyes meeting yours.

   "Yeah, uh, is it cool if we hang out in my room? The, uh, heater broke the other day so it's like super cold in there." He asked.

   You gave him a skeptic look. "Ted, it's June, why would it be cold in the garage?" You laughed a little.

   He stood there, stuttering for a moment. His mouth opened and closed and you could see the panicked look in his eye. You looked at him for a moment longer before laughing once more, pushing past him and continuing into his bedroom.

   When you stepped into his room, your eyes were quick to search the unfamiliar surrounding. You were surprised to find that there was no unwelcoming smells — which was a rare thing to find in a boys bedroom.

   Various band posters plastered the four walls of his bedroom. There was his bed pushed in one corner, and a beanbag in the other. Milk crates of records cluttered the floor, along with obscure magazines. You spotted a guitar rested against the wall near the door, which was missing strings.

   "Sorry for the mess, I haven't really gotten around to cleaning." Ted apologized from behind you, tossing his backpack onto the floor.

   You turned to look at him, a small smile on your face. "It's cool, the garage is usually more messy than this." You joke, setting your own backpack by his on the floor.

   You watched him cross his small bedroom, lowering to crouch at one of the milk crates. The red sweater that was tied around his waist brushed against the floor as he flipped through records, eventually deciding on one.

   "I hope you like Van Halen." Ted told you, waving the record in front of him.

   You watched him cross the room once more, pulling the record out of the sleeve and then placing it onto the record player. He offered for you to sit, and you quickly took a spot on the end of his bed.

   Rock music began to play loudly from the record player, and Ted made a big show of playing the air guitar, face pinched and shaggy hair hanging in front of his eyes. The two of you laughed loudly as the gesture.