Rich Boys

Dean blinks in surprise, not pulling away but not sure what else to do. Did a guy just kiss him? Why isn’t he moving? At least saying something…

Tristian leans back in when Dean doesn’t freak out and kisses him again, this time deeper, spurred on as Dean parts his lips to give Tristian access. His hand slips down from Dean’s waist to just behind his ass.

Dean finally snaps out of it and pulls back, looking strangely at Tristian. “I’m not gay.”

”So?” Tristian asks, trying to kiss him again.

Dean moves away. “I still love Rory.”

Getting impatient, Tristian ignores the comment and wraps his other arm around Dean’s waist moving over him as Dean reluctantly lies back, starting to return the kiss as he closes his eyes and forgets his protests. Dean is vaguely aware that Tristian Dugray is on top of him, kissing him while his hands are travelling up to cup Dean’s face. Dean is also aware he’s kissing back, relishing the feel of the soft lips on his own, not as disturbed by the source of such a kiss as he’d like to be. He almost doesn’t want it to end, because for the first time that night, and for a while, he doesn’t feel so cold. That is, until he feels Tristian’s hand on the zipper of his jeans, trying to undo them awkwardly without breaking the kiss.

Dean stops instantly and pushes the other boy away, sitting up. “What the fuck was that?”

Tristian seems somewhat irritated Dean has ended the fun so quickly. He doesn’t move far, hoping he can convince Dean to continue. “I thought it was pretty obvious.”

Dean groans. “I can’t believe I just let you do that. I can’t believe you!”

“What?!” Tristian honestly doesn’t understand what he’s done. “You were into it too, don’t start acting like I raped you or something.”

“It’s bad enough you kissed me but trying to get into my pants? What, did you think we were going to…?” He breaks off, not sure what to call it.

Understanding now, Tristian rolls his eyes. “I was just making things more interesting. All you had to do was say no.”

“Well, I did. So…I want to go home.” Dean says, stubbornly. “Now.”

Smirking, Tristian shrugs at him. “No can do. Can’t be caught driving over the limit and you live too far away to walk. Looks like you’re stuck here. Unless you can afford a cab…”

“Lend me the money.” Dean demands, already feeling pretty hopeless.

“Why would I wanna do that?” Tristian replies, laughing as Dean glares at him. “So I went for third base, can you blame a guy?”

“Third?” Dean seems to relax a little. “I thought you wanted…” He laughs.

“You thought I was gonna fuck you out here in the cold on a picnic table? What kind of guy do you take me for?” Tristian asks, amused.

“The kind that tricks me out here promising to talk about my ex-girlfriend, gets me drunk, kisses me and tries to undo my jeans without asking?” Dean points out, raising his eyebrows.

Tristian laughs. “And if I’d asked?”

Dean doesn’t exactly know the answer to that question. Only ten minutes ago the very idea of even kissing another guy would have clearly been a no. Now? Now Dean isn’t even sure he minds if Tristian takes things that little bit further. The sudden realisation is more than terrifying to Dean, who has never even been with a girl, let alone a guy. Not to mention a guy Dean had, until this moment, hated. The answer isn’t clear. So Dean stops thinking and makes an impulsive decision. “Ask me.”

Clearly surprised by Dean’s answer, Tristian continues to sip his beer before he turns to Dean and with an edge of cockiness and smirks. “I don’t need to ask for it. If you want my hand down your pants, you ask for it.”

Sighing, Dean jumps off the picnic table and goes to stand closer to the car. “This is a waste of time. I don’t even know why I’m bothering, it’s not like you’re her.”

Tristian grits his teeth and stares out at the lake. “Better get used to it. She’s not coming back to you.”

“Well, she’s not gonna run into your arms either, so we’re both screwed.” Dean points out. “I really don’t like you…but for some fucked up reason, I actually wanted to kiss you back. If you could just stop being a jerk for five minutes, you might have made it to third.”

Tristian looks over at him, taking in his words with a mask of indifference on his face. “What? You want me to apologise or something? I guess I read the situation wrong. I thought you were into me. My bad.”

“Just stop it, okay!” Dean yells. “You’re impossible.”

Tristian jumps from his seat on the table and stalks over to Dean. “You wanna forget about Rory? Then stop being such a wimp and admit you want me. Come on…” He steps closer, almost pinning Dean to the car he’s so close. “You want me to kiss you? Fine. Want me to jerk you off…suck your cock? I can’t stop thinking about you; it’s driving me insane! So just tell me what you want and stop accusing me of taking advantage. You wanted me to ask, I asked.”

Dean is so thrown by the revelation and more so by the close proximity to which they now stand, all rationale goes out the window. No more thinking, Dean just knows what he wants and goes for it. He kisses Tristian, relieved when the rich boy kisses him back, their bodies meeting in the middle. He refuses to deal with the voice in his head telling him what a bad idea this is, wondering if this makes him gay…all those thoughts are pushed to the back of his mind because kissing the arrogant blond easily overcomes all of them at this point. Dean doesn’t want to question it. At least, not yet.

As they break apart, Tristian smiles, looking up at Dean suggestively. “I knew you wanted me…”

“Shut up.” Dean orders, lightly. “It’s so fucking cold out here.”

Tristian smirks and presses his body up against Dean’s, pinning the taller boy to the car. He rubs himself deliberately against Dean’s crotch, pleased when he feels Dean’s cock starting to harden. “I can warm you up.” He offers, almost innocently, his eyes flashing with promise.

No longer merely attracted to his one-time enemy, Dean is now horny as hell. There’s no denying it now, Dean wants this as much as Tristian does. “What are you waiting for?” He asks, his voice shaking slightly. He closes his eyes as Tristian’s hand brushes against his jean-covered erection, slowly sliding down the hardening shaft.

“You gotta tell me what you want.” Tristian reminds him, carefully unzipping the jeans and popping the button before his hand slips under the denim and into Dean’s boxers.

Dean’s breath hitches slightly as the cold hand surrounds his cock. “Thought you were gonna warm me up? That’s fucking freezing!”

Tristian laughs and manoeuvres his hand to help pull Dean’s jeans past his hips, exposing his semi-erect cock. “I know one way…”

Dean bites his bottom lip as Tristian sinks to his knees, his lips only inches away from Dean’s cock. “You sure you know what you’re doing?”

“Trust me.” Tristian smirks, his hand once again slipping around the hard shaft.

Dean throws his head back as Tristian’s lips surround the head, quickly sliding down until half his cock is lost behind them. The feel of Tristian’s hot tongue sliding down the underside of his cock makes Dean want to come then and there and he struggles to resist crying out Tristian’s name in encouragement. “Fuck…” He manages, his voice wavering as the hot and talented mouth continues to send shivers down his spine.

Carefully taking in as much of Dean’s cock as he can, Tristian’s hand caresses the base, bringing his fist up to meet his lips as he slides the cock down his throat. Tristian is almost glad his mouth is too busy to comment as sounds of desperate pleasure escape Dean’s lips. They do, however, spur him on, quickly picking up the pace and relishing every one of those moans, knowing he’s the one causing them.

“Shit, oh God…I’m gonna come.” Dean warns, his voice blurring slightly as he struggles to control himself.

Tristian ignores the warning, continuing with renewed vigour until Dean shoots his load down the other boy’s throat, crying out with exhausted pleasure, his hand running almost affectionately through Tristian’s hair.

Tristian pulls back, looking up at Dean, whose face is now flustered and red. “Warmer?”

Dean returns the gaze and nods, half-laughing despite the shock of what has just happened. “Thanks.”

Tristian stands up and once again presses up against Dean. “Can’t deny you want me now.”

“Guess not.” Dean says, his whole body tingling with excitement in a post-orgasmic haze, which is only emphasized by Tristian’s closeness. It’s then he notices Tristian’s own cock is hard and is pressing against his leg just begging for attention. He isn’t exactly sure on the etiquette in these situations, but he does know what he wants to do… “You need some help with that?” He asks, feeling unbelievably cheesy saying it, but at a loss as how else to play it cool.

Tristian smirks. “How about I take you back to mine? Out of the cold…warm comfy bed…?”

Dean cocks his head. He knows exactly what Tristian is doing. “I’m not gonna let you fuck me if that’s what you’re planning.”

Holding up his hands in protest, Tristian grins. “Nothing you don’t want to do. And if you don’t want to, I can take care of myself.”

Unsure of how to explain to Tristian how much he wants to touch his cock, Dean settles for a more subtle approach. “I don’t mind, it’s just…I’m not ready for sex yet.”

Tristian shrugs. “Whatever, man. Lets just get inside. Grab the beer.”

*****

TBC