Cold Feet

Cold Feet

Chapter 1 - I Guess It Wasn't Rory After all

Dean awoke at first light in Luke's apartment, trying to remember just how he had gotten there. He could small Jess Mariano from the old comforter and a small surge of anger shot through him. When he noticed Luke getting up from his bed, he laid as still as possible, feigning sleep.

He watched Luke strip his old t-shirt off and toss it into a laundry basket. Dean felt a small thrill rush through his body and secretly hoped Luke would remove his sweat pants in from of him. When the sweat pants were removed and Dean could see Luke had morning wood, he felt excited and his own cock growing hard. When Luke turned towards the bathroom and Dean got a shot of Luke's ass, he reached into his jeans to grab his throbbing cock.

Dean had never been with a guy before and was a little shocked and angry to find his reaction to Luke so strong. This anger only spurred him on, making him harder and harder. Without thinking, Dean stripped off his jeans and breifs and started to stroke himself with reckless abandom. He imagined Luke fondling him behind his closed eyes.

He only stopped when he heard Luke's voice over his deep breathing.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Luke demanded, standing over Dean, clad only in his towel, his hands on his hips.

Dean immediately sat up, trying to cover his erection with his t-shirt. The site of Luke dripping wet in a tower was almost more than he could take, and he gripped himself hard through his shirt.

"You're getting married today, Dean!" Luke shouted, the pulse in his neck surging with rage.

"I don't fucking want to!" Dean shouted back, unable to take his eyes off of Luke's chest.

"Because of Rory?" Luke asked angrily.

"No! I thought--Fuck, because you of Luke!" Dean responded quickly, without thinking.

"What?" Luke asked, taking a step back.

"I saw you," Dean admitted, blushing now. "This morning, naked..."

"You're gay?!"

"No!" Dean yelled, his own anger surging, his cock still stiff as wood. "At least, I don't think so! You just--I don't fucking know, okay!"

"Fuck," Luke muttered, turning halfway from Dean so he was in profile. Dean gasped when he saw Luke's own erection starting to grow under the thin towel. Without a second of hesitation, Dean jumped to his feat and grabbed Luke between the legs.

"What the--" Luke started to say, before he gasped and reached an arm around Dean.

"You don't have to fucking say anything," Dean urged, before he reached around Luke and removed the towel. Dean, even though he had already seen Luke in the buff and hard, still gasped when he saw Luke's seven inches and held it stiff in his hand.

"Just--don't stop!" Luke whispered, reaching under Dean's shirt and grabbing his smaller, but still girthy, cock.

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This fucking punk that he hated was stroking his dick and it only made him harder. Luke internally ranted, reminding himself that he wasn't gay, but how amazing the kids hand on his dick felt. Fuck, he hadn't been with a woman in a really long time and he practically jumped at the chance to have someone else jerk him off.

He had a sudden urge to shove Dean on Jess's bed and fuck him in his ass. Served the kid right for jacking off in his home, he was only trying to do him a favor. And the kid's getting married today!

"Fuck, Dean, you're getting married today!" Luke growled out, but didn't move to stop Dean's hand on him.

"I don't fucking care," Dean told him, lifting his head to look Luke in the eye. "I'm gonna call it off, Lindsay doesn't turn me on like this!"

Dean, going for broke, suddenly put his lips on Luke's and stuck his tongue in his mouth. Without realizing it, Luke responded in kind and initiated a teeth crushing kiss. This caused more anger and lust to surge through Luke, so he violently shoved Dean back onto Jess's bed and ripped the t-shirt from his body. Grabbing him roughly by the shoulder, he pulled Dean forward and thrusted his cock into Dean's mouth.

"Just... breath... if you take it deeper," Luke said between grunts of pleasure. He had his hand fisted tightly in Dean's shaggy hair. Dean moved one hand to stroke Luke when he bobbed his head back and the other to grab Luke's balls tightly between his fingers. Dean moaned, sending vibrations of pleasure through Luke.

Luke thrusted himself forward and yanked Dean's head fully onto him, causing Dean to cough and gag. Luke fell to his knees then and kissed Dean again, putting his hand back on the kid's cock and stroking him mercilessly. Luke snaked one hand around Dean's back and playfully circled his anus.

Dean pulled back and looked Luke in the eye. "I want you to," he said, huskily. "Shove your finger in, Luke."

And in one forceful motion, Luke shoved his entire middle finger into Dean, causing the kid to groan and sigh. Luke lowered his head and took Dean's cock in his mouth and began to suck on him while simultaneously thrusting his middle finger in and out of his ass.

"Oh, fuck, Luke!" Dean shouted in ecstasy. "Stop, stop, I'm gonna come!"

Luke immediately disengaged from Dean and pushed him back onto the bed. "I'm gonna fuck your ass," he said gruffly as he truned and started to root around in a dresser drawer. "But you're really fucking tight."

When he turned back he had an old jar of Vaseline in his hand. "On your knees, face your ass towards me," Luke instructed. Dean spun around quickly and Luke started to dab the Vaseline generously around Dean's asshole, occasionally sticking his middle finger deep inside.

"Okay, take a deep breath," Luke instructed. When he saw Dean inhale, he slowly pushed his cock into Dean's ass. The feeling of his big dick almost strangled in this tight ass was a bit too much for Luke, so he reigned his urge to pummel Dean and took his time. He slowly pushed himself in and out of Dean, watched as Dean stroke himself from the front. When he felt he had control of himself, he started to go faster and faster until he was pounding Dean forcefully from behind.

Dean shouted out, telling him not to stop, and Luke grabbed Dean's hips, digging his fingers into the smooth skin. The moment Luke felt his orgasm coming on, he withdrew from Dean's ass and spun the kid around with very little effort.

"Fuck, kid, open your mouth!" he shouted, stroking himself, and coming forcefully all over Dean's face. Dean sat up and licked Luke's dick, helping him to come down, caring very little about where it had just been.

Still hard and throbbing, Dean had his hand on his own cock, still holding it tightly. Dean then stood and moved behind Luke, gently pushing him towards the bed. Luke grunted, soft from coming, and fell forward on his belly.

Dean grabbed the jar of petroleum jelly and started to apply it to Luke's ass. "Fuck, Luke, I thought you'd be tight like me," he commented.

"Heh," Luke muttered. "Had a girlfriend that was a fan of her strap-on."

"Shit," Dean muttered. "Ready?" he asked, scared Luke would say no. Before Luke could answer, Dean had his cock buried deep in Luke's ass and Luke let out a sign of pleasure.

"I never thought," Dean grunted, "that I'd have my cock... in... your... asshole."

Luke laughed and squeezed his cheeks together. "Fuck me harder Dean!" he said, raising himself onto his arms.

"G-guuhh," Dean said, suddenly finding himself in the throws of orgasm. "S-sorry, oh fuck, oh Luke, oh fuck!" he shouted, coming inside of Luke. Dean then collapsed on the bed beside Luke, breathing deeply, his mouth on Luke's shoulder.

"Luke," Dean whispered, moving to put his arm around Luke's prone body. "If I leave Lindsay..."

"Dean," Luke said, a little forcefully. "This is never gonna happen again."

Luke rolled over, sighed and kissed Dean once, roughly. Before standing and walking towards the bathroom. "You better be gone by the time I'm done with my shower," he said, without turning his back.

Dean, red-faced, laid on Jess's old bed in shock as he heard the bathroom door slam. Fueled by anger, he dressed hastily and shot out of Luke's apartment.