Till Death Do Us Part
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G through L › Gilmore Girls
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
6,611
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own The Gilmore Girls, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Till Death Do Us Part
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Summary: Bad things happen and Jess has no one to turn to. Except his most hated enemy, the one and only Dean Forester. His rival for Rory; the big tall angry guy; the one with a boyish face and beautiful eyes... the one he really loved, not that he'd say it aloud. Now during this tragedy, he looks for comfort in the arms of the one who hates him the most.
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< < < 12:32 am; Saturday > > >
"I'm coming, I'm coming," groaned Dean, sleepily raising his body from the couch. He wore nothing save for a long pair of pajama pants. The incessant pounding on his door did not stop despite his calls.
When he got to the door, he looked through the peephole and saw someone who instantly put him in a bad mood. Jerking the door open he growled, "What the hell do you want?"
Jess stared at the half-naked man before him. "She's dead," he choked, wrapping his arms around himself despite the midnight summer's heat. "Rory, she's-"
"You need to get a life Jess," Dean snapped before Jess could finish.
It was then that the blow came, hard and fast, connecting to Dean's jaw; a powerful right hook. "What in God's name would make you think that I would say something like this if it wasn't true?!" shouted Jess, tears streamed from eyes. He slammed the door shut as he entered Dean's house, the salty water flowing endlessly as he continued to pound upon the taller man.
Dean lost his balance and ended up on the floor. He tried to protect himself, throwing his arms out in front of his face and kicking his long legs out randomly. After a few minutes of this, he succeeded in knocking Jess's left leg out from underneath him, finally landing a blow. Not hesitating for even a fraction of a second, Dean rolled over on top of Jess, held his wrists above his head and his knees fastened the other man's flailing lower limbs. The black haired teen continued to struggle in vain, managing to free only one of his legs, though it was promptly pinned down once more.
"Get a hold of yourself, dumbass," Dean shouted in Jess's tear-stained face.
Finally Jess sobered up, his head fell limply to the side as he stared at the wall. His body wracked with poorly contained sobs and he shivered with anger. "She's gone," he repeated, looking up at the taller man from the corner of his eye, "and there was nothing I could do about it."
"What happened?" Dean asked, voice breaking as he tightened his grip on Jess's wrists.
"Plane crash, Lorelai and Luke died also. Died on impact," he answered, turning back to the wall. His body continued to shake.
Dean just sat there as he took in the information, slowly his grip loosened and Jess quietly slipped from the hold. He sat up, legs still intertwined with the other man as he took in Dean's appearance. The black silk pajama bottoms had slid down a bit during their tussle, revealing a prominent "v". Brown eyes drifted upward, milking in the toned torso that carried a light film of sweat. Jess had to tilt his head just to see the lean neck and small, boyish face.
Green orbs looked down at the other man, watching as Jess's eyes danced over his own pale figure, his glare softening slightly as emerald met muddy brown
Jess was the first to advert his gaze; he decided instead to try to stand and ignore the twitch in his groin as his eyes once again took in the other man's form. He raised his arm, slowly pushing Dean away. Dean kept his face cold as he knocked away Jess's arm and pushed the smaller man back down to the carpeted floor, once again holding Jess's wrists.
"When did it happen?" he questioned, voice devoid of any emotion.
"This morning," replied Jess, trying to calm his shaking body and to ignore the piercing eyes that bore down to his very soul.
"Where did they crash?" he prompted, leaning closer to Jess, pressing his body against the older teen.
"Not to far from here, forty minutes into the flight," Jess's husky voice quivered as Dean raised a hand and traced pink lips. He lolled his head to the side, into the younger man's palm.
"What will you do now that the only people who ever welcomed you in this town are dead?" Dean asked voice cold and dark like black ice.
"I don't know," gasped the New Yorker as Dean's free hand slid past his covered ribs and downward. Jess was suddenly aware of the throbbing cock that pressed against his thigh; he felt his own erection pushed into Dean's navel. "God help me," he whispered, voice wrapped in desire as he tried to crawl away from the man that held him.
"Sit still," ordered Dean harshly, firmly gripping Jess's wrists and applying more pressure to his captor's legs to keep them still.
Jess hissed between clenched teeth as Dean began to remove Jess's jeans. He unfastened Jess's belt, undid the snap, and unzipped the zipper; not hesitating even for a second as he reached into black cotton boxers and cupped the older man while kissing his neck, nipping lightly.
"That must mean I'm fucked," Jess groaned, arching into Dean.
"Shut up," said the taller man, placing rough kisses along Jess's neck, making his way hungrily up to redden lips. He felt the man wriggle and squirm beneath him, only this time he was not trying to get away, moans filled the air and danced on Dean's ears, making him even harder.
"Don't have-" Jess's lips were clamped shut by Dean's before he could finish. His tongue slid slowly along Jess's lower lip, seeking entrance. He gave a light squeeze to Jess's member, causing him to gasp and thus gaining access to the moist cavern. Jess tasted like chocolate and a light tinge of salt at the tip of his tongue from the tears. Dean's tongue battle with Jess's for dominance, but with a firm grip to Jess's family jewels, the man did not stand a chance as he practically purred against his captor's lips.
Dean pressed his entire body against the man below him, his erection between spread legs. Jess thrust against Dean, trying desperately to reach his climax. Dean pulled away, whispering darkly, "Not yet."
Whining softly, Jess threw his head back, exposing his neck to Dean, the ultimate act of submission. Dean took the act to heart as he pumped his hand faster and faster. Jess knew that he was at the man's mercy when a flash of white crossed his vision and he came in Dean's hand.
"Don't think for one second that we're done," announced Dean, biting Jess's ear. He took this as a prime opportunity to drag Jess to the couch, while the man was temporarily weakened. He ran upstairs, for what Jess wasn't sure, he couldn't really see, but when he came back down, he had a small tube of something that he placed down on the table next to them.
Jess looked up at Dean and watched lazily as his clothes were being removed. He watched as Dean slid his fingers underneath the dark green cotton fabric of his cum-soaked shirt, removing it slowly; flaccid cock stirring to life as Dean shed his lower garments, fingers traced toned muscles. Now the only thing between the two of them were Dean's own pajama pants, which Jess had found the energy to remove as the ache in his groin started to grow again. His tanned legs spread apart while his semi-erect organ was pushing into Dean's stomach.
Dean leaned down and kissed Jess full on the mouth, and Jess kissed back with enthusiasm. He planted a hand at the taller man's nape, moving it up and through Dean's hair; deepening the kiss as their tongues battled for dominance. He explored every inch of the man atop him, never breaking the kiss as his hands wandered up and down the lean body. He could feel the taunt muscles... could feel the shoulder blades move with the other's arms, he slid his hands down toward his lower back, tracing Dean's spine.
Dean's calloused fingers traced chiseled stomach and arm muscle. He moved so that one arm supported his weight while the other moved down to Jess's navel. Dean broke the kiss, switching instead to placing rough kisses down the other man's chest, biting and sucking at his collarbone. The man beneath him moaned with pleasure.
Jess could feel the other man's thoughts, he could taste it on his tongue, the very feelings that he had witnessed when he had tried to take Rory away from him: anger, passion... the need to protect what was yours. Now it all seems like it was a ruse, just some joke. Jess now knew that Dean was who had caught his attention, not Rory. However, he began notice little things: like just how freakishly tall Dean was, the length of the man's legs, the tiny mole just next to his nose and under his left eye. His eyes, one of his better features or so Jess thought.
Jess's dreams of this type of situation with Rory had slowly replaced themselves with how it would feel to be with Dean. He wondered to himself what the man would look like without anything on, then he would puzzle over the sudden boner that would come with such thoughts. It was the reason he tried to force himself on Rory, wanting proof that he was sane... it didn't work. He still thought about Dean, the feel of hot breath on his skin.
Dean brought Jess out of his musings as his free hand drifted down to Jess's nether regions where he grabbed his manhood around the base, kissing the head. He licked around the rim and ran his tongue slowly up and down its length, blowing little breaths of air along the trail of saliva. Feeling the man beneath him squirm and grow harder than a brick filled Dean with a passion he couldn't name as he spread tanned legs apart further apart.
"Just do it," gasped Jess, hating the teasing.
Dean replied, "You didn't say 'please'." He gave the base of Jess cock a squeeze, the man bucked beneath him into his hand.
"Please!" he cried.
Dean listened...
< < < 4 hours later, 4:33 am > > >
The two males collapsed once again. They lay in a haze of hot breath, legs intertwined and chests rising and falling without rhythm, trying to capture lost breath. Their bodies drenched with cum and sweat.
Jess lay beneath Dean, unable to move at all. There was no way that he would be able to go again, and he doubted that Dean would even be able to think about going another round. He didn't even care that his cum cover his chest and stomach. He could feel Dean's seed drip from his anus, along with a fair amount of his own blood.
Dean pulled himself painfully out of Jess, and plopped down on the bed beside the other man. Somehow, he wasn't sure when, they had staggered upstairs and into his room.
"They always did say that blood was the best lube," Jess quipped, wincing as he tried to move his body to give Dean more room.
Dean let out a dry laugh, "I wonder how I'm going to explain the mess."
"Does your mommy still wash your sheets?" Jess asked with a high-pitched voice.
"No," answered Dean, closing his eyes, "I'm talking about the one down stairs."
"I can take care of it," the New Yorker stated sleepily as he too closed his eyes.
"Whatever," and Dean was asleep followed closely by the male next to him.
< < < 2 hours later, 6:30 am > > >
"Is there something I can help you with?" Dean asked, standing in the open doorway.
"Did you hear about--?" Taylor began.
"Rory? Yes, Mr. Doose, I heard. Jess, told me," Dean interrupted as he looked at his feet.
"Oh, my condolences, young man. Where is Jess?"
"He's asleep in my room right now, he was pretty shaken up about… and he's just now calmed down," Dean smirked to himself inside as he thought about the calming down Jess bit.
"Well, that's good. I'm surprised that you didn't just turn him out," remarked Taylor, shoving his hands in his sweater pockets.
"He lost someone too, Mr. Doose, I couldn't just leave him alone," said Dean.
"Yes, you're a good man. Anyway, I will see you later Dean," Taylor turned around.
"Bye, Mr. Doose," the young man called out to him. Dean closed the door and walked silently to the couch, where Jess was sitting. He had just finished cleaning it no more than five minutes ago, two minutes before Taylor had shown up.
"I don't like him," whispered Jess, looking out the window. He could see that some shops already had their lights on; they had not heard the news yet. "What'll happen now?" he asked Dean, who was now fully clothed in jeans and a simple blue t-shirt.
"I don't know. I imagine that things will be tough here for a while. Everyone'll be down: Sookie, Michael, Miss Patty, Lane..." Dean sighed, leaned back, and closed his eyes. "I'm sure that Rory's grandparents will be taking it pretty hard. The whole town will be like a graveyard for months."
"Or years…" Jess put his head in his hands. "Your lucky, Dean. I never wanted to admit it, but you have more than I could ever have."
"What are you talking about?" he asked, looking over to the other man who was dressed only in jeans.
"You have a family who cares about you, the whole town loves you. The only people who ever bothered to give a rat's ass about me are dead. The whole damn town'll probably run me out," Jess stated, voice sounding like one who was talking about the weather.
Dean watched the older man, "Jess, you can stay here, you can work at Luke's Diner, you can still go to school. I can help you out."
Jess stared at Dean, "If you aren't serious, man, I'm going to fuckin' punch your lights out."
"Try it, I bet you still can't move much," Dean smiled.
"And whose fault is that?" Jess growled.
"You're the one who came banging on my door," the younger man threw up his hands and stood up. "Want something to eat?"
"Nah, I got to get out of here. Taylor'll probably be looking for me," Jess slowly stood up, grabbing the shirt that Dean had offered to him, he winced as he walked toward the door.
"Jess, I can help you relieve stress and anger," the tall man laughed. "But when it comes to Taylor, you're on your own, man."
"Small towns are so nice," Jess said in a singsong tone, pulling the shirt over his head, finally covering the multiple bruises, scratches, and rug burns. "Night, Dean."
"Night, Jess."
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Summary: Bad things happen and Jess has no one to turn to. Except his most hated enemy, the one and only Dean Forester. His rival for Rory; the big tall angry guy; the one with a boyish face and beautiful eyes... the one he really loved, not that he'd say it aloud. Now during this tragedy, he looks for comfort in the arms of the one who hates him the most.
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< < < 12:32 am; Saturday > > >
"I'm coming, I'm coming," groaned Dean, sleepily raising his body from the couch. He wore nothing save for a long pair of pajama pants. The incessant pounding on his door did not stop despite his calls.
When he got to the door, he looked through the peephole and saw someone who instantly put him in a bad mood. Jerking the door open he growled, "What the hell do you want?"
Jess stared at the half-naked man before him. "She's dead," he choked, wrapping his arms around himself despite the midnight summer's heat. "Rory, she's-"
"You need to get a life Jess," Dean snapped before Jess could finish.
It was then that the blow came, hard and fast, connecting to Dean's jaw; a powerful right hook. "What in God's name would make you think that I would say something like this if it wasn't true?!" shouted Jess, tears streamed from eyes. He slammed the door shut as he entered Dean's house, the salty water flowing endlessly as he continued to pound upon the taller man.
Dean lost his balance and ended up on the floor. He tried to protect himself, throwing his arms out in front of his face and kicking his long legs out randomly. After a few minutes of this, he succeeded in knocking Jess's left leg out from underneath him, finally landing a blow. Not hesitating for even a fraction of a second, Dean rolled over on top of Jess, held his wrists above his head and his knees fastened the other man's flailing lower limbs. The black haired teen continued to struggle in vain, managing to free only one of his legs, though it was promptly pinned down once more.
"Get a hold of yourself, dumbass," Dean shouted in Jess's tear-stained face.
Finally Jess sobered up, his head fell limply to the side as he stared at the wall. His body wracked with poorly contained sobs and he shivered with anger. "She's gone," he repeated, looking up at the taller man from the corner of his eye, "and there was nothing I could do about it."
"What happened?" Dean asked, voice breaking as he tightened his grip on Jess's wrists.
"Plane crash, Lorelai and Luke died also. Died on impact," he answered, turning back to the wall. His body continued to shake.
Dean just sat there as he took in the information, slowly his grip loosened and Jess quietly slipped from the hold. He sat up, legs still intertwined with the other man as he took in Dean's appearance. The black silk pajama bottoms had slid down a bit during their tussle, revealing a prominent "v". Brown eyes drifted upward, milking in the toned torso that carried a light film of sweat. Jess had to tilt his head just to see the lean neck and small, boyish face.
Green orbs looked down at the other man, watching as Jess's eyes danced over his own pale figure, his glare softening slightly as emerald met muddy brown
Jess was the first to advert his gaze; he decided instead to try to stand and ignore the twitch in his groin as his eyes once again took in the other man's form. He raised his arm, slowly pushing Dean away. Dean kept his face cold as he knocked away Jess's arm and pushed the smaller man back down to the carpeted floor, once again holding Jess's wrists.
"When did it happen?" he questioned, voice devoid of any emotion.
"This morning," replied Jess, trying to calm his shaking body and to ignore the piercing eyes that bore down to his very soul.
"Where did they crash?" he prompted, leaning closer to Jess, pressing his body against the older teen.
"Not to far from here, forty minutes into the flight," Jess's husky voice quivered as Dean raised a hand and traced pink lips. He lolled his head to the side, into the younger man's palm.
"What will you do now that the only people who ever welcomed you in this town are dead?" Dean asked voice cold and dark like black ice.
"I don't know," gasped the New Yorker as Dean's free hand slid past his covered ribs and downward. Jess was suddenly aware of the throbbing cock that pressed against his thigh; he felt his own erection pushed into Dean's navel. "God help me," he whispered, voice wrapped in desire as he tried to crawl away from the man that held him.
"Sit still," ordered Dean harshly, firmly gripping Jess's wrists and applying more pressure to his captor's legs to keep them still.
Jess hissed between clenched teeth as Dean began to remove Jess's jeans. He unfastened Jess's belt, undid the snap, and unzipped the zipper; not hesitating even for a second as he reached into black cotton boxers and cupped the older man while kissing his neck, nipping lightly.
"That must mean I'm fucked," Jess groaned, arching into Dean.
"Shut up," said the taller man, placing rough kisses along Jess's neck, making his way hungrily up to redden lips. He felt the man wriggle and squirm beneath him, only this time he was not trying to get away, moans filled the air and danced on Dean's ears, making him even harder.
"Don't have-" Jess's lips were clamped shut by Dean's before he could finish. His tongue slid slowly along Jess's lower lip, seeking entrance. He gave a light squeeze to Jess's member, causing him to gasp and thus gaining access to the moist cavern. Jess tasted like chocolate and a light tinge of salt at the tip of his tongue from the tears. Dean's tongue battle with Jess's for dominance, but with a firm grip to Jess's family jewels, the man did not stand a chance as he practically purred against his captor's lips.
Dean pressed his entire body against the man below him, his erection between spread legs. Jess thrust against Dean, trying desperately to reach his climax. Dean pulled away, whispering darkly, "Not yet."
Whining softly, Jess threw his head back, exposing his neck to Dean, the ultimate act of submission. Dean took the act to heart as he pumped his hand faster and faster. Jess knew that he was at the man's mercy when a flash of white crossed his vision and he came in Dean's hand.
"Don't think for one second that we're done," announced Dean, biting Jess's ear. He took this as a prime opportunity to drag Jess to the couch, while the man was temporarily weakened. He ran upstairs, for what Jess wasn't sure, he couldn't really see, but when he came back down, he had a small tube of something that he placed down on the table next to them.
Jess looked up at Dean and watched lazily as his clothes were being removed. He watched as Dean slid his fingers underneath the dark green cotton fabric of his cum-soaked shirt, removing it slowly; flaccid cock stirring to life as Dean shed his lower garments, fingers traced toned muscles. Now the only thing between the two of them were Dean's own pajama pants, which Jess had found the energy to remove as the ache in his groin started to grow again. His tanned legs spread apart while his semi-erect organ was pushing into Dean's stomach.
Dean leaned down and kissed Jess full on the mouth, and Jess kissed back with enthusiasm. He planted a hand at the taller man's nape, moving it up and through Dean's hair; deepening the kiss as their tongues battled for dominance. He explored every inch of the man atop him, never breaking the kiss as his hands wandered up and down the lean body. He could feel the taunt muscles... could feel the shoulder blades move with the other's arms, he slid his hands down toward his lower back, tracing Dean's spine.
Dean's calloused fingers traced chiseled stomach and arm muscle. He moved so that one arm supported his weight while the other moved down to Jess's navel. Dean broke the kiss, switching instead to placing rough kisses down the other man's chest, biting and sucking at his collarbone. The man beneath him moaned with pleasure.
Jess could feel the other man's thoughts, he could taste it on his tongue, the very feelings that he had witnessed when he had tried to take Rory away from him: anger, passion... the need to protect what was yours. Now it all seems like it was a ruse, just some joke. Jess now knew that Dean was who had caught his attention, not Rory. However, he began notice little things: like just how freakishly tall Dean was, the length of the man's legs, the tiny mole just next to his nose and under his left eye. His eyes, one of his better features or so Jess thought.
Jess's dreams of this type of situation with Rory had slowly replaced themselves with how it would feel to be with Dean. He wondered to himself what the man would look like without anything on, then he would puzzle over the sudden boner that would come with such thoughts. It was the reason he tried to force himself on Rory, wanting proof that he was sane... it didn't work. He still thought about Dean, the feel of hot breath on his skin.
Dean brought Jess out of his musings as his free hand drifted down to Jess's nether regions where he grabbed his manhood around the base, kissing the head. He licked around the rim and ran his tongue slowly up and down its length, blowing little breaths of air along the trail of saliva. Feeling the man beneath him squirm and grow harder than a brick filled Dean with a passion he couldn't name as he spread tanned legs apart further apart.
"Just do it," gasped Jess, hating the teasing.
Dean replied, "You didn't say 'please'." He gave the base of Jess cock a squeeze, the man bucked beneath him into his hand.
"Please!" he cried.
Dean listened...
< < < 4 hours later, 4:33 am > > >
The two males collapsed once again. They lay in a haze of hot breath, legs intertwined and chests rising and falling without rhythm, trying to capture lost breath. Their bodies drenched with cum and sweat.
Jess lay beneath Dean, unable to move at all. There was no way that he would be able to go again, and he doubted that Dean would even be able to think about going another round. He didn't even care that his cum cover his chest and stomach. He could feel Dean's seed drip from his anus, along with a fair amount of his own blood.
Dean pulled himself painfully out of Jess, and plopped down on the bed beside the other man. Somehow, he wasn't sure when, they had staggered upstairs and into his room.
"They always did say that blood was the best lube," Jess quipped, wincing as he tried to move his body to give Dean more room.
Dean let out a dry laugh, "I wonder how I'm going to explain the mess."
"Does your mommy still wash your sheets?" Jess asked with a high-pitched voice.
"No," answered Dean, closing his eyes, "I'm talking about the one down stairs."
"I can take care of it," the New Yorker stated sleepily as he too closed his eyes.
"Whatever," and Dean was asleep followed closely by the male next to him.
< < < 2 hours later, 6:30 am > > >
"Is there something I can help you with?" Dean asked, standing in the open doorway.
"Did you hear about--?" Taylor began.
"Rory? Yes, Mr. Doose, I heard. Jess, told me," Dean interrupted as he looked at his feet.
"Oh, my condolences, young man. Where is Jess?"
"He's asleep in my room right now, he was pretty shaken up about… and he's just now calmed down," Dean smirked to himself inside as he thought about the calming down Jess bit.
"Well, that's good. I'm surprised that you didn't just turn him out," remarked Taylor, shoving his hands in his sweater pockets.
"He lost someone too, Mr. Doose, I couldn't just leave him alone," said Dean.
"Yes, you're a good man. Anyway, I will see you later Dean," Taylor turned around.
"Bye, Mr. Doose," the young man called out to him. Dean closed the door and walked silently to the couch, where Jess was sitting. He had just finished cleaning it no more than five minutes ago, two minutes before Taylor had shown up.
"I don't like him," whispered Jess, looking out the window. He could see that some shops already had their lights on; they had not heard the news yet. "What'll happen now?" he asked Dean, who was now fully clothed in jeans and a simple blue t-shirt.
"I don't know. I imagine that things will be tough here for a while. Everyone'll be down: Sookie, Michael, Miss Patty, Lane..." Dean sighed, leaned back, and closed his eyes. "I'm sure that Rory's grandparents will be taking it pretty hard. The whole town will be like a graveyard for months."
"Or years…" Jess put his head in his hands. "Your lucky, Dean. I never wanted to admit it, but you have more than I could ever have."
"What are you talking about?" he asked, looking over to the other man who was dressed only in jeans.
"You have a family who cares about you, the whole town loves you. The only people who ever bothered to give a rat's ass about me are dead. The whole damn town'll probably run me out," Jess stated, voice sounding like one who was talking about the weather.
Dean watched the older man, "Jess, you can stay here, you can work at Luke's Diner, you can still go to school. I can help you out."
Jess stared at Dean, "If you aren't serious, man, I'm going to fuckin' punch your lights out."
"Try it, I bet you still can't move much," Dean smiled.
"And whose fault is that?" Jess growled.
"You're the one who came banging on my door," the younger man threw up his hands and stood up. "Want something to eat?"
"Nah, I got to get out of here. Taylor'll probably be looking for me," Jess slowly stood up, grabbing the shirt that Dean had offered to him, he winced as he walked toward the door.
"Jess, I can help you relieve stress and anger," the tall man laughed. "But when it comes to Taylor, you're on your own, man."
"Small towns are so nice," Jess said in a singsong tone, pulling the shirt over his head, finally covering the multiple bruises, scratches, and rug burns. "Night, Dean."
"Night, Jess."