Cold Feet

Chapter 3 - Deanus Interruptus



The next time Dean had come into the diner to beg for Luke to take him again. This time Luke took him outside by the collar, dragged him into the alley to the right of the diner and shoved him forcefully up against the brick wall.



"Dean," he growled. "I'm not fucking gay, and you need to stop coming around. Not that being gay is bad, feel free to go and be gay with someone else!"



"Luke," Dean whined. "Nobody makes me feel like you do!"



"Fuck, Dean, close your fucking mouth!" Luke whispered, looking towards Doose's market. "If anyone in this town finds out about this, I'm going to cut your fucking balls off!"



Luke,still with a tight grip on Dean's collar, shoved him into a pair of aluminum garbage cans before stalking rather uncomfortably back to the diner. When he got inside, red-faced and breathing deeply, Lorelai Gilmore gave him a curious look from the across the counter.



"Please don't say anything," he pleaded when he moved to fill her coffee.



"What did the poor kid do to you?" she asked, totally ignoring his comment.



Grabbed my dick and fucked me in the ass, Luke thought, his mind displaying the acts most vividly as he thought about them. "I just don't like the kid, lets leave it at that," he told her, banging his fist on the table, causing Lorelai to jump.



Lorelai's phone had been sitting on the counter during their conversation, and he noticed the name Jason appear on the screen as it rang. "You gonna get that?" he asked.



"No, because if I do you'll make me go outside," she told him primly. "And I just saw the way you got rid of Dean..."



Luke bit the inside of his cheek when he thought of the way he had gotten rid of Dean the night before, by way of the pantry. And who the hell was Jason anyway?



"Who the heck is Jason?" Luke asked suddenly, shocking himself for being so candid with Lorelai.



"What?" Lorelai asked, stunned, coming up from her last sip of coffee.



"Jason, the guy calling you."



"Oh, him," she said, eyeing the phone.



"Yeah, him."



"I'm kind of seeing someone," she told him, blushing.



"Kind of?" he asked, curiosity getting the better of him.



"Y-yeah," she told him. "It's not serious or anything."



"So, you're dating other guys too?"



"N-no..."



"You're exclusive?"



"I guess?" she said, more in question, shrugging her shoulders.



"You guess?"



"Well," she eyed him. "I haven't had any other offers."



Luke grunted and turned away, muttering, "I've got an offer for you," under his breath.



"You do?" Lorelai asked, making Luke stop short, realizing he said that one out loud.



"Well," he said, turning. "If you're interested."



"What are you proposing?" she prompted, raising one eyebrow.



To go upstairs with me, so I can drape you over the kitchen table and fuck your brains out, he thought, starting to sweat. "Dinner?" he asked, "tonight?"



"Mmm," she said, thinking. "Okay!" came her perky response, before she set the mug down and started to head for the door.



"Seven!" Luke shouted after her, startling the sleepy patrons in the diner.



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Well dinner had been great, Lorelai did most of the talking, but she seemed to have been having a good time. He had walked her to the front door of the diner afterward, asking her in for coffee in the hopes that the date would turn into a sleepover.



When she finished her mug of coffee, seated next to him at the counter, she spun it around in a circle. She'd turned him down for the refill.



Luke bounced his knee nervously. Just ask her upstairs, you coward, he internally ranted. She wants you, look at that skirt!



"Hey Luke?" Lorelai said, turning to look at him.



"Uh, yeah?" he asked, heart pounding.



"Are you going to invite me upstairs any time soon?"



Luke wasn't drinking anything, but her question didn't stop him from sputtering and choking on thin air. Lorelai smirked up at him and rose from her stool, heading towards the curtain, beckoning him after her. Luke was up like a shot and placed his hand on her hip, in the darkness of the stairwell.



"God, Lorelai," he whispered, the darkness giving him the nerve to finally talk. "You smell amazing."



Lorelai just laughed and continued her trek up the stairs, putting her free hand on Luke's currently residing on her hip.



When Luke moved to unlock the door, Lorelai leaned playfully against his back, inhaling deeply through his leather jacket. Luke blushed, which he was glad she couldn't see, and started to stiffen from her touch through the thick leather. When they finally walked into the apartment, Luke spun around to face her and she jumped into his arms, assaulting him with a fierce kiss. She slid the coat from his arms, so it fell into a heap on the floor, and moved to remove her own in the same fashion.



Luke watched her with a smile on his face and she grinned back at him mischievously. Her hands moved to the buttons on her sheer blouse, which she started to slowly undo.



"Fuck, Lorelai," Luke muttered, eyes intent on her hands. She raised her eyebrows at him and he immediately discard his sweater. He stepped forward when her unbuttoning was done and slid the blouse from her shoulders, reaching down, he gripped her camisole in his hands and pulled it over her head.



"Beautiful," he muttered, weighing both of her breasts in his hands, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples. Lorelai moaned and placed her hands on Luke's hips.



She lowered one hand and cupped Luke's tenting erection over the soft black material of his pants. "Luke, these pants look so good on you."



He smiled at her, knowing she had bought them, and leaned down to kiss her again. After the kiss, she grabbed one of his hands from her breast and pulled him towards his small twin bed.



As Lorelai walked, she undid the zipper on her tight skirt and inched it down her thighs until it fell discarded on the floor. Luke stared open mouthed at the racey black thong she wore, immediately he cupped her ass in his hands.



"Fuck," he whispered, rubbing himself against her cleft. Lorelai laughed again and spun around, undoing Luke's belt and pants with her bottom lip clasped between her teeth. When his pants fell to the floor and she turned to climb onto his bed.



"Luke?" she asked, noticing he was just standing there staring at her, almost drooling. "Will you come take my thong off for me?" she asked.



Luke nodded and crouched over her. He place his mouth on her slit, breathing in the scent of her, before biting down on the fabric and pulling it down her long legs. Lorelai moaned in delight and watched him while he removed his boxers.



She pulled her legs apart for him immediately and beckoned him forward.



"Luke," she breathed. "I've wanted this for a really long time."



Luke groaned and moved over her, holding the head of his throbbing cock at her entrance. Lorelai grabbed his hips forcefully and impaled herself on him, moaning loudly when he was fully sheathed in her.



"Oh, fuck, Lorelai," Luke groanded, turned on even more by her dominance of him. "So... amazing... wet..." he whispered.



"Mmm," was all Lorelai could say, as she encouraged him to speed up, with her hands on his hips.



"I've wanted you forever too," he revealed as he began to pump into her madly. "For so long."



"Luke," she cried, feeling her orgasm already. "I'm going to come!"



"Oh, baby," he responded, letting go of himself. "I'm, ugh-nnnnngggh!"



They found their release together, and Luke collapsed on top of Lorelai, trying desperately to catch his breath. When he managed to roll over, he gathered Lorelai up and wasted no time before falling into a deep sleep.



A few hours later when he finally awoke, he found Lorelai on her elbow, smiling down at him. "Hello," she said.



"Hey," he responded huskily, placing his hand on her bare hip. "So, that was great."



"Mmmhmm!" she agreed, giggling.



"Now you can dump that poor schmuck, James."



"What?" Lorelai asked, startled.



"The other one, the not serious one," he tried to explain, heart starting to pound.



"Luke... I didn't say--"



"You didn't say what?" he asked, sitting up, pulling the sheet over his bare crotch.



"I know you're seeing someone else too!" She spit out, squinting her eyes shut. Frantically, she reached for some sheet to cover herself too.



"What? I am not!" Luke shouted, blushing. He hadn't thought about Dean since that morning, dammit, he;d almost gotten away with forgetting completely about it!



"Oh yes you are! I saw you, last night, you had a... a look, I knew you'd had sex! And in the morning, the same look!" Lorelai argued.



"You're crazy!"



"No, I am not, I have seen you before, Luke, when you dated Rachel, when you got some, you had a look!"



"Fuck," he said angrily. "Fine, I did, I was, but I ended it!"



"When you asked me out?"



"No! Before, that morning, before you came in!"



"Gah, Luke! I don't want to stop seeing Jason!" Lorelai shouted, squinting her eyes shut again and gathering her arms around her midsection.



"What?" Luke asked, feeling a sudden lack of oxygen.



"It's not you! I like you, I like dating you, I liked this, a lot! I just, I'm not ready, I'm not ready!" she cried, turning to find her clothing on the floor.



"Woah, woah, wait!" Luke urged, jumping from his side of the bed to run around and crouch down before her. "Lorelai, it's okay, we can take it slow!"



Still holding herself tightly, Lorelai dropped her head. "I'm sorry, I just, I'm... I've been a mess, I couldn't handle--If I were to--just, yeah, slow."



"Okay, okay," he soothed rubbing her thigh, completely oblivious to his own obvious nudity.



"Don't stop seeing your person, please," she said. "It won't be fair if you do."



Luke squinted his eyes tight, but agreed anyway. He knew he'd never go back to Dean, but she didn't have to know that.