Little Secrets

“Ow!” Dean complains as his clothes catch on a broken branch as he climbs up to Tristian’s bedroom balcony. “This isn’t as romantic as it looks in the movies.”

Tristian looks anxiously over the railing at the ground below, praying no one will see the teenager clinging to the tree trunk a few feet away. “Stop complaining. I’ve done this tons of times.”

“I’m sure it does wonders for your Armani.” Dean snorts as he pulls himself up, his t-shirt torn in several places including one that has grazed his skin. “I think I’m gonna need stitches.” They head inside, shutting the balcony door behind them.

“It’s just a scratch.” Tristian assures him, lifting the other boy’s t-shirt to inspect it. “It’s not even bleeding.”

“You better be worth all this trouble.” Dean jokes, smiling as Tristian’s arms wrap around his waist.

“Funny, I was thinking the same about you.” Tristian goes to kiss him but is forced to stop when Dean pulls free of the grasp and wags a finger at him. “Are you kidding me?! Not even a kiss?”

“I can’t even think about having a good time while I’m just so worried about my good friend Brad.” Dean mocks, with a cheeky smile.

Tristian grins, smugly, reaching out to grab Dean’s wrists and pull him back into an embrace. “Then stop worrying. I felt so bad about the way I acted; I just couldn’t wait until Monday. I called him up and you know what? Brad and I are going to be very good friends from now on. I even promised to stop throwing things at his head during history. See how nice I am?”

Dean has to laugh at Tristian’s mock-sincerity. “And this had nothing to do with our agreement, of course.”

He smirks in reply. “I risked the little nerd finding out about us by doing this. Surely that counts for something?”

“It would if you’d stop calling him a nerd.” Dean frowns.

“Fine. Popularity-challenged. Whatever!” Tristian shrugs. “He’s still suspicious.”

“Stop worrying. And leave Brad to me.” Dean sighs, holding Tristian tighter. “Right now, we have better things to do.”

“We do?” Tristian’s eyes travel down to Dean’s t-shirt. “Do any of these things involve losing our clothes? Because I’m all for that.”

Dean pretends to think it over. “There might be a clothing optional clause in there somewhere.”

“Come here.” Tristian smiles, cupping Dean’s face and drawing him into a kiss. His whole body shivers as Dean’s hand brushes against his shirt, lifting the material slightly until knuckles graze against his pale skin.

Dean breaks the kiss and smiles. “I’ve missed this.”

“Missed you.” Tristian replies, his own hands trailing down Dean’s chest until they find the hem of his t-shirt. With one extended movement, Dean is stripped of his top and warm hands quickly replace the material, sliding against his skin softly. “Definitely missed this part of you.” He quickly disposes of his own shirt, before slipping out of his pants and boxers.

“Yeah? What other parts did you miss?” Dean grins, biting his bottom lip as Tristian unfastens the button of his jeans.

“All of them.” Tristian answers, helping guide the rough denim down past Dean’s hips and onto the floor. “Some in particular.” Kneeling on the floor, Tristian gently kisses Dean’s ‘injury’, before trailing kisses down his navel and towards his hardening erection.

Dean runs a hand through the blond hair, groaning as the talented mouth teases a sensitive area that only Tristian could know about. “You’re sure your parents are out?”

Tristian moans into Dean’s warm skin. “I love it when you talk dirty.”

Dean doesn’t have a chance to respond as Tristian’s lips surround the tip of his cock, a hand wrapping around the base and gently beginning to slide up the hard shaft. It would be so easy to let Tristian continue, or rather, hard to make him stop…but Dean wants to last longer than a quick blow job and so he pulls Tristian away gently, before helping him to his feet. Before the blond can question his motives, Dean pushes the shorter boy onto the bed. “We’re going to do this my way. I have a little treat for you.”

“And what have I done to deserve this?” Tristian asks, surprised by this turn of events.

“You proved me wrong.” Dean explains, straddling him.

Looking up at the beautiful teenager towering over him, Tristian grins. “I’m going to dedicate my life to proving you wrong.”

Dean leans in to begin kissing Tristian’s chest, capturing a nipple between his lips before flicking his tongue across the surface and circling it delicately.

Tristian moans, pushing his chest up to Dean’s mouth in the hopes of more. “I should piss you off more often if this is the result.”

Dean bites down lightly, smirking as the other boy’s breath hitches.

Tristian gets the hint. “Or not!”

Dean resumes licking and sucking, his hands running over Tristian’s muscle-defined chest, before settling on the other nipple, giving it similar attention. He rubs up against Tristian’s erection, pressing his own cock into the other boy’s hip as a gentle reminder of what’s to come. It works, Tristian’s moans growing despite his best efforts to keep quiet. His hips begin to move against the little friction he has, automatically looking for a way of getting off as soon as possible. “So impatient.” Dean chastises, looking up at the desperately aroused teenager. “You remember all those times you tormented me until I thought I’d explode?”

“Hey, I thought you were supposed to be showing your appreciation, not getting your own back!” Tristian complains, ready to pout if the need arises.

Dean smiles, a hint of mischievousness in his eyes as he reaches into Tristian’s bedside drawers to locate the half-empty lube, strategically taped under the top drawer. “Don’t worry, you’re gonna like it.”

Tristian barely notices as one of Dean’s hands slips away, until he can feel a lubed finger gently circling his entrance, playfully, before easing inside. Tristian forces back a desperate moan as his hips buck slightly of their own accord, eager for more.

Dean doesn’t disappoint. Drawing back from Tristian’s chest, he smirks at how beautifully Tristian is writhing under his touch, amazed that he’s the cause of it. As another finger pushes its way inside, Dean thinks that just the sight of the aroused teenager is enough to make him come there and then. He continues sliding his fingers in, opening Tristian up and casually grazing against the blond’s prostate without warning.

Grabbing at the bed sheets in desperation, Tristian wishes he had the freedom to cry out at the sheer euphoria that runs through his body every time Dean does that. It’s not long before he’s begging for Dean stop teasing him and just fuck him already. Something Dean is more than happy to do.

Sinking inside Tristian, Dean grunts in frustration at not being able to scream out his lover’s name without the maid overhearing. The sheer tightness surrounding his dick is intoxicating and Dean can feel that familiar drowning sensation, pulling him in and devouring him until all he knows is how good it feels to be buried inside the other boy. Skin glistens with sweat as he withdraws briefly, only to drive back in with more force. He watches intently as Tristian arches slightly off the bed, his knuckles white as they close tightly in the tangled sheets.

“Fuck!” Tristian whispers, his voice barely restrained. “Dean this is so fucking good, don’t stop…oh God, I’m gonna come so hard!”

“Any time you’re ready.” Dean smiles, taking Tristian’s erection in his hand and squeezing it lightly, using his thumb to massage the balls.

The enthusiasm pays off and with each thrust, Dean watches the blond beneath him come undone, writhing as his prostate is continuously attacked by Dean’s cock while he’s jacked off with Dean’s very skilled hand.

Too impatient to wait for Dean to push him over the edge, Tristian greedily bucks his hips into Dean, driving the cock deeper inside him. He’s rewarded with a wild explosion of nerve-shattering ecstasy that causes a chain reaction through every nerve in his body. It’s too much to bear and before he can even get a word out, he’s coming with barely restrained cries of pleasure. He’s not sure whether it’s his hand or Dean’s milking every drop of cum from his slowly softening dick; he doesn’t even possess the energy to lift his head. What he can feel is Dean, continuing to fuck him at a steady pace, deliberately nudging his exhausted prostate, which prolongs the small waves of pleasure coursing through his body.

He’s never felt anything like it.

Dean’s pleasure, meanwhile, is only just reaching its climax, sparking a mind-blowing orgasm that threatens to rip the energy right out of him. The sight of Tristian below him and just how fucking good it feels to be buried inside him again, Dean can’t hold back any longer. His fingers involuntarily tighten on the other boy’s hips as he comes, his legs almost failing as his body screams out in fulfilment. It takes a while before he can move, but once he can he pulls out and drops down beside Tristian on the bed, trying to catch his breath.

“Damn, when did you get to be such an animal in bed?” Tristian teases, his breath still laboured from the sheer power of his own orgasm.

Dean ducks his head in embarrassment, avoiding the boy’s gaze. “Sorry, I guess I got carried away…”

“Are you kidding? It was fucking amazing!” Tristian hits him lightly on the arm. “Wait an hour or so and we’re doing this again.”

Dean nudges his head into Tristian’s shoulder affectionately, smiling as the blond doesn’t move away. They lie together, just enjoying their afterglow, until Dean frowns and looks up Tristian. “When you showed up in Star’s Hollow and tricked me into your car…did you plan for this to happen?”

“I may have been thinking along the lines of getting you to sleep with me.” Tristian admits with a little smirk.

“Didn’t expect to fall in love with me then?” Dean asks, smiling.

“Who says I’m in love with you?” Tristian deadpans.

“I believe you did.” Dean pokes him, playfully.

Tristian shrugs. “Only said it to get you back in my bed. Didn’t mean a word of it.”

“Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me.” Dean grins, looking up at the ceiling. “Wouldn’t want to ruin your reputation. And for the record, I love you too.”

Tristian doesn’t say a word. Just continues to lie beside Dean with a hidden smile on his face.

End.

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