Rich Boys

Title: Rich Boys
Author: Angel Jade
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: slash, language, oral, sex, underage drinking, technically minor (both are 16)
Spoilers: Vaguely S1
Pairings: Dean/Tristian
Summary: Dean’s still hurt and in his own way, Tristian is too. A surprise night together leads to a different kind of attraction. One that for once doesn’t include Rory.
Setting: S1, a few episodes before the last
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Disclaimer: I do not claim to own the characters in the fic, nor do I make money from borrowing them.


Dean shoves his hands in his pockets to warm them up, the chilly night stinging his exposed skin, mocking his lack of preparation for such a temperature. He’s not even supposed to be out, he should be at home finishing his homework or watching his sister, anywhere other than wondering around Stars Hollow at night, alone. Not that there’s much in the way of danger in the small town, but he knows his parents would still frown upon his behaviour if they knew.

Truth is, Dean is hoping somehow he’ll run into Rory, and he’ll finally have an excuse to talk to her. He hates the way things have turned out, but he can’t quite bring himself to do anything about it. It still hurts, that dreaded silence that followed his admission of love. Dean would do just about anything to forget it.

And that’s when he sees a familiar face sitting on a bench by the gazebo in the centre of the town. The shock at seeing Tristian is soon replaced by annoyance as he realises why Tristian is there. It can only be for one reason.

Before he can stop himself, Dean is storming over there, quite prepared to rekindle their fight if it means sending the rich boy packing. Dean isn’t sure he wants Rory back, but he certainly doesn’t want to see her with the arrogant son of a bitch he met the night of Rory’s school dance.

Tristian looks miserable as he sits on the bench, head in his hands, staring at the frost covered ground. He glances up as Dean approaches and straightens himself up quickly, signs of his misery disappearing under a cocky façade. “If it isn’t little Rory’s boyfriend. Sorry, ex…”

“What the hell are you doing here?” Dean demands, standing over the insolent blond. “You’re in the wrong neighbourhood, rich boy.”

Tristian laughs and stands up, managing to hold his own despite Dean’s advantage in size and pretty much everything else. “Just been to see your girlfriend.” He smirks, suggestively. “It’s true what they say about the quiet ones, you know. She’s an animal in bed.”

Dean thumps him before he can stop himself. “Watch your fucking mouth!”

Tristian rubs his jaw, trying not to show he’s in pain. “How sweet. You’re still hung up on her.”

“You know what? You’re just trying to irritate me because you can’t fight for shit.” Dean finds his own smirk. “That’s pathetic.”

“You know what else is pathetic?” Tristian asks, smugly. “It took me all of a week to get into her pants. How long did it take you?”

Dean restrains himself, done listening to this bullshit. “You really need to hear yourself. Why did you come here, seriously? Did you think she’d actually change her mind about you? You’re as far away from Rory’s type as you can get. And you can spin as many lies as you like, but nothing’s gonna change that.”

“Yeah?” Tristian fronts, wishing he could just hit this guy and prove how wrong he is. “Why’d you come over here? If you’re so confident Rory isn’t interested, why’d you feel the need to warn me to stay away from her?”

Dean doesn’t really have an answer, so he just glares in reply. “I don’t care, Rory can take care of herself. And you’re not worth the trouble.” He turns and walks away, surprised as he hears Tristian half-jogging to keep up with him.

“She broke your heart right?” Tristian asks, satisfied smile on his face that Dean wants to wipe off permanently. “It’s what she’s good at.”

That makes Dean stop. “You actually think you were in love with her?”

”No.” Tristian snorts. “But she plays these games and I never know where I am with her…”

Dean walks off, not quite believing he’s having this conversation.

Once again, Tristian follows him. “I really liked her and I know she liked me, but then she had to play all hard to get and…”

”Are you for real?” Dean asks, incredulously. “You’re aware we hate each other, right? I hit you. You pretended you were actually man enough to hit me back. At no point did we become friends.”

Tristian rolls his eyes. “Who said I want to be friends? I’m just saying, I know your pain.”

Dean laughs, finding the whole situation unbearably funny.

“What?” Tristian demands, cocking his head slightly.

“Maybe I got it wrong. Maybe you’re not here to see Rory.” Dean grins, utterly amused by Tristian’s look of confusion. “Maybe people in your own neighbourhood got so tired of your shit you had to look elsewhere for company. Well, you chose the wrong person. I’d rather spend my spare time with Satan than listen to you go on about how hard it is being infatuated in a girl who can’t stand the sight of you.”

Tristian shakes his head in sarcastic amusement. “And yet you’re still here. Sucks being lonely, doesn’t it?”

“Goodnight, Christian.” Dean deliberately mocks.

“It’s Tristian!” The smaller boy yells as Dean walks away. “Hey, I have a fake ID!”

Dean throws him a look, only mildly intrigued by where Tristian might be going with this.

“My treat. Unless you have a curfew or something?” Tristian baits. “Ah, you’ve probably never even got drunk before. You good boys are all alike.”

Dean refuses to play Tristian’s idiotic game. But he defends his reputation nonetheless. “Getting tipsy on champagne at your daddy’s parties doesn’t count, rich boy. Besides, you’re forgetting one tiny little detail. I don’t want to spend another minute of my time watching you make a fool out of yourself. I have better things to do.”

”Like pine over Rory?” Tristian sneers.

Dean stops trying to walk away. He walks back over to Tristian and gets as close as he can without touching. “You’re starting to piss me off. And believe me you don’t want to piss me off.”

”You going to hit me again?” Tristian isn’t scared; he is however extremely happy he’s got Dean’s full attention. “You want that drink or not? I’ll even fill you in about Rory if you ask nicely. No more lies, I promise.”

Dean doesn’t believe him, but he wants to hear what Tristian has to say more than he can admit. “Fine, one drink. But if we get busted, you can take the blame. It’s your ID.”

”I know this great place, I’ll show you.” Tristian explains, getting excited.

Dean isn’t sure how Tristian can change his personality quite so fast, but it makes him wary. This whole thing seems like a giant mistake, but Dean is somehow letting himself be pulled into it. He tries to blame it on missing Rory, but that only seems like part of it. Tristian leads him over to a flashy car and gestures at him to get in. Dean hesitates; his parents don’t even know he’s out.

“Don’t be such a fucking baby!” Tristian taunts from the drivers seat. “Get in!”

Dean opens the door and climbs inside, trying not to show how impressed he is with the car.

“Beautiful, isn’t she?” Tristian asks, proudly. “You wait til you see how she drives.” The tires squeal as he speeds out of the sleepy town.

*~*~*~*

With a crate of beer brought from an upscale liquor store close to Tristian’s home town, the boys stop at a small picnic area, famed for being a make out spot for horny teenagers. The bizarreness of it all isn’t lost on Dean.

“So, what are we doing here?” He asks, awkwardly, getting out of the car.

“Having a bit of fun!” Tristian exclaims, grinning. “It isn’t exactly a party, but after a few of these, maybe we can go looking for one.”

Dean isn’t impressed. “I knew this was a mistake.”

”Stop your whining.” Tristian groans. “I’m gonna fill you in on Rory, now that she’s out of your life and all…”

Dean wonders over to a stray picnic table and sits on the top, looking out at the lake. It’s too cold to find it in any way peaceful, it just looks threatening; it’s icy water waiting to freeze any unsuspecting person who dares touch it.

Tristian joins him soon after, passing him a can of beer. They open them together, each one watching the other discreetly to see who is the least inexperienced. Dean decides he doesn’t care and quickly begins to chug it like a pro, cradling the cool metal between his fingers as he tries to alleviate the awkwardness.

Tristian breaks the silence, casting a look at his new friend. “I didn’t invite you here to talk about Rory.”

Dean raises his eyebrow at him. “You invited me to a make out point and we’re not going to talk about Rory? Okay, didn’t see that coming…”

“I’m not going to make out with you!” Tristian argues, defensively. “I was just bored. The guys in my school, they all have girlfriends. Most nights, I do, it’s just since…” He breaks off, feeling stupid.

Dean hates the sudden feeling of sympathy he’s left with, mostly because it goes against every other feeling he’s ever had towards the guy. And still, he gives into it. “Maybe if you weren’t such a jerk, you’d have one too.”

”The only girl I want wishes I didn’t exist.” Tristian points out bitterly. “What do you have that I don’t?”

Dean can’t help but smile. “You want a list?”

“No, thank you, you already bruised my face, I don’t need a matching ego.” Tristian replies, flatly. “So, how come you don’t have anything to do tonight? It is Friday, you know. Don’t tell me you’re one of those stay at home types with no social life?”

”Says the guy who has to beg for company.” Dean retorts, defensively.

“I didn’t beg!” Tristian argues.

“I have friends, I just don’t see them much out of school.” Dean shrugs. “I spent all my time with Rory until…” He breaks off and finishes off his beer. “Can I get another one?”

Tristian complies and passes it over, watching Dean’s expression carefully. “Did she dump you?”

“Is this why I’m here? So you can get information to use against me, or to trick Rory into liking you? I meant what I said, I want you to leave her alone.” Dean warns.

“Shut up, Romeo, I was just asking.” Tristian snorts. “I told you, I had nothing better to do. And neither did you.”

“I only came here ‘cause you mentioned something about Rory.” Dean states.

“Thanks! You’re making me feel so good about myself.” Tristian rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, well, you don’t need help with that. But did you seriously think I was here because I wanted to spend some quality time with you at a make out point?”

“You saying you don’t think I’m pretty?” Tristian smirks.

“Can’t you ever be serious for longer than five seconds?” Dean asks him. “And for the record, no, I don’t.”

“Yes I can and yes you do.” Tristian argues, opening a fresh can and trying to chug it like Dean, succeeding in choking himself instead.

Dean laughs and pats him on the back. “Nice going.”

“That’s your fault for distracting me.” Tristian half-jokes. “All this making out talk…”

”You don’t actually want to, do you?” Dean asks, never quite sure when Tristian is joking.

“Why, do you?” Tristian asks, suspiciously.

“No!”

“Me either.”

“But you keep bringing it up.” Dean points out.

Tristian shakes up his beer and sprays Dean, grinning as the other boy falls off the table trying to get away. “That’ll cool you down.”

”I didn’t need cooling down!” Dean growls, picking himself up and sitting back down. “Now I’m gonna stink of beer and my parents are going to kill me.”

”Well, you can’t go home anyway, we’re too far away and neither of us can drive.” Tristian smirks. “You can stay at mine though…I only live five minutes away.”

Dean can’t believe this never occurred to him before. He hates the cocky blond for constantly distracting him with his stupid personality changes and mentions of Rory. But then he is intrigued about Tristian’s house. And in a really weird way, he’s actually having fun. “Fine, whatever.”

”Man, I buy you alcohol, take you for a drive in a car you can only dream of owning, offer you a place to stay…and you can’t quite manage a thank you?” Tristian shakes his head in mock disgust. “I see money does buy manners after all.”

Dean sighs, amusedly. “And I can see why Rory won’t look twice at you.”

”Why?” Tristian asks, suddenly. He’s back to being serious again and Dean isn’t sure how to take it.

“I’m just messing with you. I don’t know what Rory wants any more than you do.” Dean admits. “But you are way too cocky for your own good. And a little rude.”

”And you’re too nice for your own good.” Tristian adds, playfully, shoving him.

Dean’s a little surprised by the touching, but he doesn’t show it. He just smiles and looks back out at the lake. “You know, you’re right. I am. Maybe I should be more like you.”

”Yes!” Tristian raises his beer to that. “Lets be cocky and rude together.”

”I may regret saying this, but…you’re not that bad.” Dean says, reluctantly.

“You’re just saying that to get into my pants.” Tristian teases.

Dean shoves Tristian this time, but his hand barely moves Tristian back an inch, and Dean’s body has already moved forward. They’re extremely close and Dean isn’t sure how to get out of the situation without looking stupid. But Tristian has ideas of his own and closes the gap with a kiss, over before its even begun.