Reader x Lucas Till

Leach.

Not long after retiring to your bed, you fell asleep. In your defence, it was around 7PM and your day had been quite tiring. That aside...

You awoke around 8:30AM to the smell of slightly burnt pancakes and a low grumble clawing at your stomach lining. Ah yes, you hadn't eaten last night after running from the table in attempts to stop your erotic flashbacks. With them still in mind, It was gonna be hard facing everyone today..
Regardless, you threw your legs over the side of your bed and proceeded to plod down the cold, wooden stairs to fill your hungry stomach which had been aching since fleeing the feast fit for a queen.
Hoping that the house would be a little more quiet today, you poke your head around the corner of the dining room, your nan and brother being the only people in view. You smile to yourself and casually stroll in, taking a place on the opposite end of the large, round table.
Laid out was a large tray of, what you guessed to be, the pancakes and bacon scattered around the sides on various plates.
"Morning" your brother mumbled, wiping a few crumbs from around his mouth.
"You're up early" Nan interrupted, handing you a large glass of orange juice. A few, cold drops falling onto your hand as you lifted it from the table and pressed the rim to your lips.
The fresh juice filled your mouth, ridding the plain taste that had settled while you slept.
"Hey, guys!" chimed the familiar gruff voice, causing you to choke, and spit out, the expensive juice.
You turned to face Lucas who, for some reason, was STILL in the house. He looks over to you with a slight, sly smile.
"You okay??" He raised an eyebrow, ignoring the greetings of your brother and Nan in return.
"I- yeah, I'm pretty good.. you just scared me" you managed to mumble, wiping the damp stains from your t-shirt and clearing your chin of any sticky residue.
You did have to thank the boy for his timing.. cleaning up the juice did distract you from the memories of yesterday, which would normally send you into a paralysed state of red.

Once getting some paper towels from the kitchen, you mop the table, clean yourself and hurriedly gulp down what's left of your orange.
"Hey, I'm gonna go change" you mumble, notifying the three as you interrupt.
"Very well, dear" Your gran smiled, along with your brother, who, had much more of a mocking undertone to his expression.
You send him a harsh glare before getting up and making your way to your room. Flinging open the door, you rummage through your suitcase finding a large, (ch/c= choose colour) hoodie and some (ch/c) skinny jeans. You didn't feel like dressing up today, but you still weren't going to neglect your hair.
Pulling an old hairbrush from your desk, you start to get the knots from your hair, a few grunts falling from your mouth each time you pulled a little too hard.
Once it's was straight/okay enough to at least look some-what presentable, you plod over to the door, wiping the lingering tiredness from your eyes.
The soft carpet turned to wood   Beneath your feet as you managed to step out of your door, despite still rubbing your eyes.
No worries, you knew this place like the back of your hand, you didn't need to see to get around. It hadn't even change.. why?? Maybe you Nan just didn't like cha-
"Eeee"  you let out A small, startled squeak as you bump into someone, your eyes meeting their chest as you pull your hands away from your face.
You recognise the small chuckle and sigh in annoyance.
"Sorry, Lucas" The mumble is barely audible as you look up, meeting his gaze.
"No worries, it didn't hurt" you imagined he was still holding back a few laughs from the pathetic sound you had made on contact, but you pushed aside the embarrassment and stepped to the side to make your way around.
Just as you move a large, firm grip is placed across your front, Lucas stopping you from walking away as he stuck his arms out in front of you.
"Where are you going?" He smiled,
" I was thinking you'd like to do something.. something fun"
If this was him trying to hint at you, he could think again. You were still tired..
"You mean tag?" You mutter, smiling a little.
"Well.. not exactly. I was thinking  something better"
You see his eyes flicker to your room and casually follow his gaze..
"Ooooh, you mean horse riding? Why didn't you just say?"
"(Y/n-  didn't mean that.. I me-"
You cut him off ass you grab his hand and pull him down the stairs, surprisingly easy. It came as a surprise that he actually let you avoid it, he could have easily picked you up, thrown you on the bed and made you melt beneath him. Maybe he was more respectful than you thought... or maybe he was waiting until he got you in the house alone until he "made" you.
"I'm surprised you still remember how to do it?" He asks from behind, closing the front door behind the two of you.
"Well, I'm not gonna forget years of training am I??"
"Well, no, but if you're having trouble, I could always teach you how to ride"
You stopped in your tracks for a moment, knowing he meant more than simple horse riding by the tone in his voice.
"I... I think I'm good for now" you reply, letting your grip on his hand loose and slowing down. He easily passes you, the smirk which you imagined him to hold, still remaining from what he had implied.

After a few minutes of walking in silence and an even larger gap between the two of you, he spins around and raises an eyebrow
"How slow can you be?" He whines, tapping his foot on the ground.
You only smile in return "a lot slower than this if you don't shut u- AH, HEY!" Just as you caught up to him, he grabbed your waist, flinging you over his shoulders with ease.
"Put. Me. Down!" You yell, hitting his back with little strength.
"Id rather start the riding today and seeing as you haven't got much speed, I'll get us there quicker... plus, I like the view" he adds, sliding his hand further up your thigh as he holds you.
Your cheeks flutter red and you instantly stop struggling, a small, annoyed groan following the roll of your eyes.
It was gonna be a long journey.