Little Secrets
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Category:
G through L › Gilmore Girls
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
5,380
Reviews:
17
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
Little Secrets
Title: Little Secrets
Author: Angel Jade
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: slash, sex, language
Spoilers: S1
Pairings: Dean/Tristian
Summary: Sequel to Rich Boys. Unable to make a commitment, Tristian risks losing Dean.
Setting: S1
Feedback: angel_jadeuk@hotmail.com
Site: http://www.badsideoftown.net/
Distribution: If you’ve had my permission before, you have it now. Anyone else, ask first please.
Disclaimer: I do not claim to own the characters in the fic, nor do I make money from borrowing them.
Author’s Notes: So, the reviews I got for the first inspired a second. This has a lot more plot, though I’m not exactly one of those epic plot driven types. It’s just plottier than the last one. With sex. Of course. Eventually.
“Don’t look now, but I think we have a potential disaster on our hands.” Lane informs Rory as they stroll through the mall.
Rory follows Lane’s gaze and feels her heart catch in her chest when she realises what…or who, Lane is referring to. “I need to get out of here.”
“Why?” Lane asks, knowing her argument is pointless, but trying anyway. “We can avoid him, he hasn’t even seen us yet!”
“Lane!” Rory whines, stepping backwards, eager to make a quick exit. “I really can’t do this right now! Or, ever. Please?”
Sighing, Lane gives in and goes to follow Rory out and away from the dreaded ex. She casts a look back at the last minute and frowns, catching only glimpses as people continuously cross her path, but nonetheless sure she’s seen what she thinks she’s seen. “Uh, Rory…”
Still heading for the exit, the other girl doesn’t look back as she answers, “What?”
“You remember that guy from Chilton…” Lane starts. “Cute, blond…jackass?”
Rory stops walking and turns. “Yeah, so?”
“He’s with Dean.” Lane tells her. “And I’m pretty sure they were…smiling.”
Frowning, Rory looks back over to where Dean was spotted, only to find he’s gone. “Tristian with Dean and no fists flying? That’s crazy.”
Lane isn’t so sure. She can’t begin to explain what she’s seen to her best friend. She isn’t even sure if she’s seen correctly, the idea of Dean and Tristian being friendly after what Lane had heard about their clash at the dance not so long ago, is insane. “Yeah, you’re probably right. Must have been some other guy.” Some other guy Dean was definitely flirting with, Lane thinks to herself. “Still want to leave?”
“God, yes.” Rory answers, resuming the high speed walk towards the exit.
*~*~*~*
“Didn’t know you’d be here.” Dean grins as they slip down a staff only corridor, away from the crowds of people. “Thought we were supposed to be meeting tonight.”
“Couldn’t wait.” Tristian answers, pinning Dean to the wall before kissing his neck.
“Enthusiastic. I like it.” Dean throws a look to the nearby door. “Only, could it not wait until we’re somewhere a little less public?”
Tristian stops and looks around. “Nobody here. What more do you want?”
“A lock on the door would be nice.” Dean suggests. “And before you go there, I’m not doing this in a toilet stall either.”
Tristian looks disappointed, but doesn’t remove his hand from under Dean’s shirt. “But we’re still on for tonight, right?”
“Been thinking about it all week.” Dean admits, biting his lip as Tristian’s hand slides up and his fingers begin teasing his nipples. “We’re gonna get caught.”
“So lets go find somewhere more private…” Tristian raises his eyebrows as a challenge.
Dean finally puts his hand on Tristian’s and pushes it away. “We’ll have privacy tonight, you can wait.”
Tristian pouts, before leaning up and talking softly in Dean’s ear as his hand dips lower and rubs against Dean’s crotch. “Gonna fuck you so hard tonight you won’t be able to sit down for weeks. And you are gonna cum so hard when I’m through with you, you won’t even remember your own name.”
Despite his best efforts not to, Dean can feel himself getting hard under Tristian’s teasing fingers, turned on by the promises that Dean knows Tristian can keep. “You fucking asshole.”
“That’s the plan.” Tristian grins, withdrawing his hand and stepping away from his handiwork. “See ya later.”
Dean bangs the back of his head against the wall several times as Tristian abandons him with the hard on from hell. If he didn’t like the arrogant blond so damn much…
*~*~*~*
Tonight, as far as Tristian and Dean are concerned, doesn’t come soon enough. Dean arrives five minutes early at Tristian’s house, only to hover outside before pressing the doorbell. He’s nervous, despite having done this more times than he can remember for the past few months.
The door takes a while to open. And as Dean is expecting a maid to open it, he’s horrified when Tristian’s persistently rude father does the honours.
“Ah, Dean.” The old man looks down his nose at the scruffy youth. “I suppose you’re here to see Tristian.”
“Yes, sir.” Dean answers, always nervously polite around strangers, especially ones that have more money than manners.
“Very well, go inside.” The stern man sighs, opening the door a little wider to give Dean enough room. “Try not to touch anything on your way up, would you?” He asks, casting a look at Dean’s appearance, before walking out the door.
Dean tries to figure out exactly what the old man is referring to, unable to see a spot of dirt on himself, but soon realises he’s waiting valuable time. He makes his way upstairs and knocks on Tristian’s bedroom door, hovering anxiously outside.
The door opens and Tristian looks out suspiciously, smiling as he sees Dean. “Get in here.”
Dean is grabbed by his shirt and pulled inside and before he can say anything, Tristian’s kissing him desperately, hands going directly to Dean’s shirt buttons. The taller boy pulls away and swats Tristian’s hands back. “Not even a hello?”
“Hello.” Tristian grins, attempting to go back to stripping Dean of those pesky clothes, only to find Dean doesn’t want to be stripped. “What now?”
“Not that I don’t appreciate the stuff we’ve been doing pretty much none stop lately…”
“You can call it sex, you know, I’m not going to blush.” Tristian teases him.
“Yeah, well…” Dean, however, is going to blush. “The sex is great. But…”
“I like your butt.” Tristian interrupts, reaching round to grab Dean’s ass.
Momentarily distracted, Dean struggles to focus on his point. “What I’m trying to ask you, is…is this all we are? We just keep having sex until we’re bored?”
Tristian finally gets the hint and backs off a little. He looks awkwardly at Dean, not sure what to say. “I don’t know, haven’t really thought about it.”
Dean nods, feeling as if he’s just had his answer. “So, no strings sex…that’s what you want?”
Tristian shrugs. “Sounds good to me.”
Dean hides his disappointment well, a tight smile firmly in place. “Okay. That settles that.”
“Now where were we?” Tristian is back on him again, kissing and groping, barely noticing that Dean isn’t as enthusiastic as usual. Once he’s managed to remove Dean’s shirt, he begins kissing the taller boy’s neck, his hand slipping into Dean’s pants and massaging his cock to hardness. It doesn’t take much attention, in the short time they’ve known each other this well, Tristian has learned exactly what Dean likes and is never shy about using it to his advantage. Soon, Dean’s tilting his hips to get more friction on his erection, his worries momentarily forgotten while he and Tristian kiss as if it’s their last.
While Dean can’t let go of that nagging feeling in his gut, made worse by Tristian’s admission, he can forget it. If only because the feeling of Tristian’s lips on his cock is enough to make him forget all logic and sense.
For a little while.
*~*~*~*
Author: Angel Jade
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: slash, sex, language
Spoilers: S1
Pairings: Dean/Tristian
Summary: Sequel to Rich Boys. Unable to make a commitment, Tristian risks losing Dean.
Setting: S1
Feedback: angel_jadeuk@hotmail.com
Site: http://www.badsideoftown.net/
Distribution: If you’ve had my permission before, you have it now. Anyone else, ask first please.
Disclaimer: I do not claim to own the characters in the fic, nor do I make money from borrowing them.
Author’s Notes: So, the reviews I got for the first inspired a second. This has a lot more plot, though I’m not exactly one of those epic plot driven types. It’s just plottier than the last one. With sex. Of course. Eventually.
“Don’t look now, but I think we have a potential disaster on our hands.” Lane informs Rory as they stroll through the mall.
Rory follows Lane’s gaze and feels her heart catch in her chest when she realises what…or who, Lane is referring to. “I need to get out of here.”
“Why?” Lane asks, knowing her argument is pointless, but trying anyway. “We can avoid him, he hasn’t even seen us yet!”
“Lane!” Rory whines, stepping backwards, eager to make a quick exit. “I really can’t do this right now! Or, ever. Please?”
Sighing, Lane gives in and goes to follow Rory out and away from the dreaded ex. She casts a look back at the last minute and frowns, catching only glimpses as people continuously cross her path, but nonetheless sure she’s seen what she thinks she’s seen. “Uh, Rory…”
Still heading for the exit, the other girl doesn’t look back as she answers, “What?”
“You remember that guy from Chilton…” Lane starts. “Cute, blond…jackass?”
Rory stops walking and turns. “Yeah, so?”
“He’s with Dean.” Lane tells her. “And I’m pretty sure they were…smiling.”
Frowning, Rory looks back over to where Dean was spotted, only to find he’s gone. “Tristian with Dean and no fists flying? That’s crazy.”
Lane isn’t so sure. She can’t begin to explain what she’s seen to her best friend. She isn’t even sure if she’s seen correctly, the idea of Dean and Tristian being friendly after what Lane had heard about their clash at the dance not so long ago, is insane. “Yeah, you’re probably right. Must have been some other guy.” Some other guy Dean was definitely flirting with, Lane thinks to herself. “Still want to leave?”
“God, yes.” Rory answers, resuming the high speed walk towards the exit.
*~*~*~*
“Didn’t know you’d be here.” Dean grins as they slip down a staff only corridor, away from the crowds of people. “Thought we were supposed to be meeting tonight.”
“Couldn’t wait.” Tristian answers, pinning Dean to the wall before kissing his neck.
“Enthusiastic. I like it.” Dean throws a look to the nearby door. “Only, could it not wait until we’re somewhere a little less public?”
Tristian stops and looks around. “Nobody here. What more do you want?”
“A lock on the door would be nice.” Dean suggests. “And before you go there, I’m not doing this in a toilet stall either.”
Tristian looks disappointed, but doesn’t remove his hand from under Dean’s shirt. “But we’re still on for tonight, right?”
“Been thinking about it all week.” Dean admits, biting his lip as Tristian’s hand slides up and his fingers begin teasing his nipples. “We’re gonna get caught.”
“So lets go find somewhere more private…” Tristian raises his eyebrows as a challenge.
Dean finally puts his hand on Tristian’s and pushes it away. “We’ll have privacy tonight, you can wait.”
Tristian pouts, before leaning up and talking softly in Dean’s ear as his hand dips lower and rubs against Dean’s crotch. “Gonna fuck you so hard tonight you won’t be able to sit down for weeks. And you are gonna cum so hard when I’m through with you, you won’t even remember your own name.”
Despite his best efforts not to, Dean can feel himself getting hard under Tristian’s teasing fingers, turned on by the promises that Dean knows Tristian can keep. “You fucking asshole.”
“That’s the plan.” Tristian grins, withdrawing his hand and stepping away from his handiwork. “See ya later.”
Dean bangs the back of his head against the wall several times as Tristian abandons him with the hard on from hell. If he didn’t like the arrogant blond so damn much…
*~*~*~*
Tonight, as far as Tristian and Dean are concerned, doesn’t come soon enough. Dean arrives five minutes early at Tristian’s house, only to hover outside before pressing the doorbell. He’s nervous, despite having done this more times than he can remember for the past few months.
The door takes a while to open. And as Dean is expecting a maid to open it, he’s horrified when Tristian’s persistently rude father does the honours.
“Ah, Dean.” The old man looks down his nose at the scruffy youth. “I suppose you’re here to see Tristian.”
“Yes, sir.” Dean answers, always nervously polite around strangers, especially ones that have more money than manners.
“Very well, go inside.” The stern man sighs, opening the door a little wider to give Dean enough room. “Try not to touch anything on your way up, would you?” He asks, casting a look at Dean’s appearance, before walking out the door.
Dean tries to figure out exactly what the old man is referring to, unable to see a spot of dirt on himself, but soon realises he’s waiting valuable time. He makes his way upstairs and knocks on Tristian’s bedroom door, hovering anxiously outside.
The door opens and Tristian looks out suspiciously, smiling as he sees Dean. “Get in here.”
Dean is grabbed by his shirt and pulled inside and before he can say anything, Tristian’s kissing him desperately, hands going directly to Dean’s shirt buttons. The taller boy pulls away and swats Tristian’s hands back. “Not even a hello?”
“Hello.” Tristian grins, attempting to go back to stripping Dean of those pesky clothes, only to find Dean doesn’t want to be stripped. “What now?”
“Not that I don’t appreciate the stuff we’ve been doing pretty much none stop lately…”
“You can call it sex, you know, I’m not going to blush.” Tristian teases him.
“Yeah, well…” Dean, however, is going to blush. “The sex is great. But…”
“I like your butt.” Tristian interrupts, reaching round to grab Dean’s ass.
Momentarily distracted, Dean struggles to focus on his point. “What I’m trying to ask you, is…is this all we are? We just keep having sex until we’re bored?”
Tristian finally gets the hint and backs off a little. He looks awkwardly at Dean, not sure what to say. “I don’t know, haven’t really thought about it.”
Dean nods, feeling as if he’s just had his answer. “So, no strings sex…that’s what you want?”
Tristian shrugs. “Sounds good to me.”
Dean hides his disappointment well, a tight smile firmly in place. “Okay. That settles that.”
“Now where were we?” Tristian is back on him again, kissing and groping, barely noticing that Dean isn’t as enthusiastic as usual. Once he’s managed to remove Dean’s shirt, he begins kissing the taller boy’s neck, his hand slipping into Dean’s pants and massaging his cock to hardness. It doesn’t take much attention, in the short time they’ve known each other this well, Tristian has learned exactly what Dean likes and is never shy about using it to his advantage. Soon, Dean’s tilting his hips to get more friction on his erection, his worries momentarily forgotten while he and Tristian kiss as if it’s their last.
While Dean can’t let go of that nagging feeling in his gut, made worse by Tristian’s admission, he can forget it. If only because the feeling of Tristian’s lips on his cock is enough to make him forget all logic and sense.
For a little while.
*~*~*~*