Cold Feet

Chapter 2 - Second Time's The Charm

Dean did call off the wedding. After a thorough thrashing by his mother, father, sister, Lindsay, and Lindsay's mother. Finding himself suddenly single, feeling like a complete pig-headed slob, he moped about in his bedroom during the house he was supposed to be wed. His parents and Lindsay's parents were out conducting a dinner with the friends and family that had attended the wedding, to appease them.

He laid in his bed, trying to forgot about his experience with Luke that morning. He hadn't showered when he got home and could still almost taste the salty flavor of Luke's cum that had covered him almost hours before. Whenever he moved he kept getting whiffs of Luke, finding himself suddenly turned on and angry. He couldn't believe how much he had been turned on by Luke and his forceful, angry nature. He kept thinking of the way Luke had shoved him onto the small bed, ripped the shirt from his body and then without hesitation, shoved his cock deep into Dean's throat.

Dean could almost still feel the hard head of Luke's massive dick rubbing against the roof of his mouth. Without realizing it, Dean had taken his dick from the confines of his jeans and began to stroke it. Fuck, it had felt so good in Luke's ass and he reveled in the throbbing pain of his own not-so-virgin asshole. He reached behind himself, trying to stick a finger in his ass, but couldn't build himself up to move past the pain. Dammit, he thought, he couldn't get Luke's naked body and throbbing cock out of his brain.

With a grunt of determination, he tucked his full cock into his jeans and ran from his house. He arrived at the diner before he could stop himself, and was glad that it was nearly empty and about to close.

He yanked the door open with a resounding clang of the bells, causing Luke to jerk his head up from behind the counter. Dean could see Luke clench his jaw, but both men refrained from saying anything.

The reverend and rabbi were both sitting at a table in the corner talking quietly and Dean tried not to look at them, considering that his mind was consumed with the hope that Luke's dick could soon be shoved forcefully into his sore asshole.

Luke shook his head at Dean, in an attempt to get him to leave, but Dean kept walking forward.

"Luke," Dean whispered, looking quickly at the clergy in the corner and back at Luke. "Can we talk?"

"Dean," Luke grunted, flexing his jaw even tighter. "Fuck," he whispered, reaching down to pull at his jeans as he shifted uncomfortably.

"Pantry," Luke said before turning towards his customers in the corner. "I'll be in the back, if you need me."

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Luke strided after Dean into the pantry, embarrassed and angry that he had gotten hard just looking at the kid squirming in front of him. He had scrubbed his skin raw in the shower earlier, repeatedly telling himself that he wasn't gay, that he wasn't lusting after an eighteen year old boy who's voice still cracked when he got nervous.

Slamming the pantry door behind, he figured he might as well get it over with and started to unbuckle his belt. "Take your pants down," he told a startled Dean, before he walked over and shoved Dean against the table in the back of the room. "And for cripes sake, keep your fucking mouth closed."

Dean spun around and started to undo his own belt with shaking hands. Luke reached around, undid the button on his pants and ripped the jeans open, totally destroying the zipper. He then yanked his pants and start white briefs down, before pushing his own down and rubbing his throbbing cock against Dean's ass crack.

"Fuck," Luke whispered. He grabbed himself hard and placed the tip of his dick into Dean's asshole. Dean cried out in pain, causing Luke to clasp a hand tightly over his mouth. "I said, keep your fucking mouth shut, Dean."

At Luke's use of his name, Dean wimpered into Luke's hand and thrust his ass back out toward's Luke's throbbing cock. Luke reached down again and guided his dick into Dean's ass, slowly pushing it forward, this time without the assistance of any lubrication.

Dean grabbed onto the table so tightly that his knuckles started to turn white, rubbing his own erection against the splintered wood, desperate for friction. Once Luke was fully sheathed in Dean, he began to pump faster and faster, one hand still clasped tightly on Dean's mouth.

Luke breathed through his teeth, trying to control his impulses, but unable to slow down his undulating hips. He could see the bruises he'd left on Dean's abused backside, which only spurred him on, faster and faster. He didn't last long from the tight pressure on his cock and was soon spurting forcefully into Dean.

Slowly, he pulled himself up and laid forward on Dean for a moment, catching his breath. Dean himself was breathing deeply, shaking and whimpering. Luke pulled back and sank down to pull his jeans and boxers back up.

"Wait," Dean whispered, turning around, showing Luke his still full dick. "What about me?"

Luke just laughed and turned around. "I just did you," he said, before leaving the pantry and closing the door securely behind him.