Blueberry Muffins (Comment Fic)
Blueberry Muffins
by scarlett_wilde
Wordcount: 1145
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Luke/Dean (Gilmore Girls/Supernatural)
Feedback: Hell yea! I didn’t post this thing for my health.
Monte's Note: because I've got awesome friends like that ;)
if you wanna know how the amazing dirtiness started... see here, and here lol
link to the comment(s) at the original post
Dean finds the diner late on in the evening. It's already getting dark outside and Sam's still nowhere to be found. The lure of coffee is too much to resist.
The door slams shut behind him and it's only then he realizes the place is empty and the guy behind the counter is busy wiping everything down for the night.
Dean stands, thoughtful, watching the alpha display in front of him. Muscles moving silently beneath the plaid fabric. Jeans stretched tight over the well-formed ass.
"I'm closed," the man growled over his shoulder.
"I'm just after a cup of coffee," Dean said, taking two more steps into the diner.
"Yeah, well, I'm still closed," the man said, still not turning around.
"Just one cup?" Dean wasn't beyond begging at this point. "I'll pay. I'll even leave a generous tip..."
The man paused in his cleaning. The plaid fell lifeless around his body. “Not that I’m desperate for tips, but you can have your coffee. Sit.”
“Sure,” Dean smiled to himself and sat down on one of the stools nailed to the floor up at the counter. “I bet a muffin to go with the coffee is too much to ask for?”
“You bet right,” the man finally turned around and pushed a large mug of coffee in front of Dean.
Dean swallowed. Okay, plaid on it’s own normally did nothing for Dean, and proof of that was in the fact that Sammy wore it almost all the time and it never got Dean’s dick twitching like a cheerleader in his pants.
Plus the backwards baseball cap made Dean want to jump out of his seat and knock it off, just to see the man scowl some more. Scowling on a man this hot always got Dean worked up, to the point where his dick was currently enjoying a party for one.
“But there’s some right there,” Dean husked, pointing to the cake stand where three muffins sat, blueberries threatening to burst juicily if he could just bite into it.
“They’re not for you,” the man sniped. “Only good boys get to eat my muffins, and I seriously doubt you’re good.”
“Oh but I am,” Dean snorted, sipping his coffee. The flavor of the full roast beans hit his taste buds and made his mouth water. “I can be very, very good.” He wiggled his brows in a stupidly encouraging manner. “Want me to show you how good I can be?”
The man snorted loudly, the sound echoing around the empty diner. But when he spoke, his voice was lower, deeper, huskier… “I think you’d better.”
Dean pushes the coffee away and gets down from the stool, stalking around to the other side of the counter.
“You make this good and I’ll let you off the tip, too,” the man promised, eyes heavily lidded and darkened.
“I’ll make this so good you’ll be begging me for more,” Dean promised, sliding in front of the man and running his hands over the broad expanse of chest. Tight white t-shirt clung to the well-formed muscles, nipples hard and pushing against the fabric. With a practiced hand, Dean pinched them, pulling them through the soft material.
The man moved, hands coming to rest on the counter either side of Dean, blocking him in. Took the element of surprise and caught Dean’s lips in a toe-tingling kiss. Hard enough to split his lip and tender enough to make him chase the man’s lips when he pulled away.
“You got a name?” the man growled, pushing his hips against Dean’s.
“Yeah,” Dean smirked, letting his hand roam lower until it cupped the man’s hard cock through the thick layer of denim. “Dean. And you are?”
“Luke,” Luke managed to grunt.
Dean was tugging his belt loose, working the buckle free so that he could get to the zipper and work it down and out of the way. He managed to wrestle the fabric down over Luke’s hips and under his butt. The underwear posed no problem after that, and Dean pulled the elasticated fabric away and down over Luke’s hard, leaking cock.
“Shit,” Luke moaned, biting his lip as Dean’s hand brushed over the sensitive tip. “Touch me…”
“Gonna do more then touch,” Dean chuckled, kissing Luke once more before pulling away and sliding down to his knees.
He gripped the base in one hand and opened his own jeans with the other, pulling his dick out into his hand and stroking firmly as he covered Luke’s cock with his mouth. Lips sliding down the shaft.
“Oh shit, yeah,” Luke moaned, thrusting his hips and sliding his cock further into Dean’s mouth. “So good…”
Dean was encouraged by the moaning and panting, and the thrusting of Luke’s hips as he greedily sucked on the tip, tongue lapping at the small dribbles of pre-come that leaked steadily out.
His own cock twitched against his palm as he stroked, ring catching against the swollen tip on every upstroke. It wasn’t going to be long before either of them came, what with all the pornstar panting that was filling up the silent diner…
The doorbell rang and Taylor Doose popped his head around the door. “Still open, Luke?” He asked.
Luke looked up from where he’d been watching Dean slide his mouth up and down the length of his thick cock and growled.
Taylor looked startled. “Are you okay, Luke? You need any help?”
“I’m closed,” Luke ground out from behind clenched teeth. Dean was using his teeth to just graze the head of his cock. Blood pounded in his ears and he needed to come right the fuck now. “I’m fucking closed…”
“Well,” Taylor snarked. “There’s no need for that kind of language, I’m sure.” And with that, he switched the sign around to ‘Closed’ and slammed the door shut behind him.
“Oh shit… fuck… shit…” Luke panted, his balls drawing up so tight and then, with one long suck, he was spilling into Dean’s mouth.
Dean lapped up every drop, swallowing hard and fast, shooting his own load over the floor between Luke’s work boots.
“That was… Just… Yeah…” Luke managed breathlessly, face sweaty and red. He reached across the counter and placed the three last muffins in a paper bag and put them on the counter.
Dean stood up, tucked himself away and kissed Luke one last time before snatching up the bag of muffins and making his way out of the diner, wide smile stretching his face.
***
The next morning, Luke started preparing for the day, setting the coffee off and placing a fresh batch of muffins onto the covered cake stand when he slipped on something and skidded along the length of the back of the counter, landing in a heap on the floor.
He glanced at what he’d slipped in and it looked suspiciously like… Oh God!
by scarlett_wilde
Wordcount: 1145
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Luke/Dean (Gilmore Girls/Supernatural)
Feedback: Hell yea! I didn’t post this thing for my health.
Monte's Note: because I've got awesome friends like that ;)
if you wanna know how the amazing dirtiness started... see here, and here lol
link to the comment(s) at the original post
Dean finds the diner late on in the evening. It's already getting dark outside and Sam's still nowhere to be found. The lure of coffee is too much to resist.
The door slams shut behind him and it's only then he realizes the place is empty and the guy behind the counter is busy wiping everything down for the night.
Dean stands, thoughtful, watching the alpha display in front of him. Muscles moving silently beneath the plaid fabric. Jeans stretched tight over the well-formed ass.
"I'm closed," the man growled over his shoulder.
"I'm just after a cup of coffee," Dean said, taking two more steps into the diner.
"Yeah, well, I'm still closed," the man said, still not turning around.
"Just one cup?" Dean wasn't beyond begging at this point. "I'll pay. I'll even leave a generous tip..."
The man paused in his cleaning. The plaid fell lifeless around his body. “Not that I’m desperate for tips, but you can have your coffee. Sit.”
“Sure,” Dean smiled to himself and sat down on one of the stools nailed to the floor up at the counter. “I bet a muffin to go with the coffee is too much to ask for?”
“You bet right,” the man finally turned around and pushed a large mug of coffee in front of Dean.
Dean swallowed. Okay, plaid on it’s own normally did nothing for Dean, and proof of that was in the fact that Sammy wore it almost all the time and it never got Dean’s dick twitching like a cheerleader in his pants.
Plus the backwards baseball cap made Dean want to jump out of his seat and knock it off, just to see the man scowl some more. Scowling on a man this hot always got Dean worked up, to the point where his dick was currently enjoying a party for one.
“But there’s some right there,” Dean husked, pointing to the cake stand where three muffins sat, blueberries threatening to burst juicily if he could just bite into it.
“They’re not for you,” the man sniped. “Only good boys get to eat my muffins, and I seriously doubt you’re good.”
“Oh but I am,” Dean snorted, sipping his coffee. The flavor of the full roast beans hit his taste buds and made his mouth water. “I can be very, very good.” He wiggled his brows in a stupidly encouraging manner. “Want me to show you how good I can be?”
The man snorted loudly, the sound echoing around the empty diner. But when he spoke, his voice was lower, deeper, huskier… “I think you’d better.”
Dean pushes the coffee away and gets down from the stool, stalking around to the other side of the counter.
“You make this good and I’ll let you off the tip, too,” the man promised, eyes heavily lidded and darkened.
“I’ll make this so good you’ll be begging me for more,” Dean promised, sliding in front of the man and running his hands over the broad expanse of chest. Tight white t-shirt clung to the well-formed muscles, nipples hard and pushing against the fabric. With a practiced hand, Dean pinched them, pulling them through the soft material.
The man moved, hands coming to rest on the counter either side of Dean, blocking him in. Took the element of surprise and caught Dean’s lips in a toe-tingling kiss. Hard enough to split his lip and tender enough to make him chase the man’s lips when he pulled away.
“You got a name?” the man growled, pushing his hips against Dean’s.
“Yeah,” Dean smirked, letting his hand roam lower until it cupped the man’s hard cock through the thick layer of denim. “Dean. And you are?”
“Luke,” Luke managed to grunt.
Dean was tugging his belt loose, working the buckle free so that he could get to the zipper and work it down and out of the way. He managed to wrestle the fabric down over Luke’s hips and under his butt. The underwear posed no problem after that, and Dean pulled the elasticated fabric away and down over Luke’s hard, leaking cock.
“Shit,” Luke moaned, biting his lip as Dean’s hand brushed over the sensitive tip. “Touch me…”
“Gonna do more then touch,” Dean chuckled, kissing Luke once more before pulling away and sliding down to his knees.
He gripped the base in one hand and opened his own jeans with the other, pulling his dick out into his hand and stroking firmly as he covered Luke’s cock with his mouth. Lips sliding down the shaft.
“Oh shit, yeah,” Luke moaned, thrusting his hips and sliding his cock further into Dean’s mouth. “So good…”
Dean was encouraged by the moaning and panting, and the thrusting of Luke’s hips as he greedily sucked on the tip, tongue lapping at the small dribbles of pre-come that leaked steadily out.
His own cock twitched against his palm as he stroked, ring catching against the swollen tip on every upstroke. It wasn’t going to be long before either of them came, what with all the pornstar panting that was filling up the silent diner…
The doorbell rang and Taylor Doose popped his head around the door. “Still open, Luke?” He asked.
Luke looked up from where he’d been watching Dean slide his mouth up and down the length of his thick cock and growled.
Taylor looked startled. “Are you okay, Luke? You need any help?”
“I’m closed,” Luke ground out from behind clenched teeth. Dean was using his teeth to just graze the head of his cock. Blood pounded in his ears and he needed to come right the fuck now. “I’m fucking closed…”
“Well,” Taylor snarked. “There’s no need for that kind of language, I’m sure.” And with that, he switched the sign around to ‘Closed’ and slammed the door shut behind him.
“Oh shit… fuck… shit…” Luke panted, his balls drawing up so tight and then, with one long suck, he was spilling into Dean’s mouth.
Dean lapped up every drop, swallowing hard and fast, shooting his own load over the floor between Luke’s work boots.
“That was… Just… Yeah…” Luke managed breathlessly, face sweaty and red. He reached across the counter and placed the three last muffins in a paper bag and put them on the counter.
Dean stood up, tucked himself away and kissed Luke one last time before snatching up the bag of muffins and making his way out of the diner, wide smile stretching his face.
***
The next morning, Luke started preparing for the day, setting the coffee off and placing a fresh batch of muffins onto the covered cake stand when he slipped on something and skidded along the length of the back of the counter, landing in a heap on the floor.
He glanced at what he’d slipped in and it looked suspiciously like… Oh God!