Potential Good Company

Dean wasn't interested in more than a one night stand with Rory, much to her devastation. Deciding not to let it destroy her, she goes back to Yale and lets loose a little by spending a night with a random guy, Colin. Things get complicated, though, when she meets his friend Logan and they fall into an awkward threesome.

PS: Takes place in season five.

PS2: Plenty of sexual situations.

PS3: Bad language (I think Paris would have a dirty mouth for one).

PS4: I came to the conclusion I don't care for Dean, so some bashing ahead.

PS5: This does eventually feature a threesome. Don't like it, don't agree with it, don't read it.

Notes:

"Words" – regular conversation

'Words' – quotes and such, thoughts too


Chapter 0009: Brunching

Colin didn't know what the hell he was thinking.

When he spotted the girl who turned out to be Rory Gilmore (near virgin, beautiful, witty and shockingly amazing in bed), he just went for an easy lay, a quick in and out one night thing and that was it. Then one time became two, and three, and he didn't have the strength to have the 'this was great, get out' talk with her before they slept together – and damnit, he didn't sleep with girls, he screwed them, thank you. But Rory was different somehow.

Which brought him, them, to brunch. Brunch! Him, doing brunch with a girl he barely knew besides how she sounded when he screwed her brains out and what her pussy tasted like and how that pretty mouth felt against his dick– Oh boy, bad place for a boner. Anyway. He didn't do brunch with one night stands.

Rory ordered a massive stack of pancakes, and he ordered some waffles. She looked unsure of herself in the daylight, and if she had only had sex with one guy before him, then she didn't know what she was doing either. Great, what a pair they made.

"Just so we're clear" – she started before he could – "You don't have a girlfriend, right?"

"No, I don't"

"Or a wife"

"Or a wife. Jesus, I'm barely twenty one, what kind of twenty year old is even married these days" – she pinked and looked away and oh fuck – "Oh shit, you're not married, right?" – she widened her eyes and snorted.

"Ah, no, no worries there"

"Hm... Oh, was the guy married?"

"The–?"

"Your first"

"Oh. Yeah, he was. He's my age, actually"

"Jesus Christ, why did he get married so soon?"

"That's a good question"

"Are you two–?"

"No, God no. It's a long story and I'm sure you don't want to hear it"

Colin didn't reply, as their orders arrived, but as he watched her pour a disturbing amount of syrup on her pancakes, he realized he kind of did want to know about her little tryst with a married guy. He wanted to hear her talk about her life before their paths crossed, he wanted to brunch with her.

Jesus, he wanted to brunch with her.

They dug in, though Rory was much more enthusiastic about it, and Colin was shocked she really could eat that many pancakes while he could barely manage his waffles. And she didn't even get up to go to the bathroom like some girls he'd met often did. No, she just asked him if he wanted some coffee, and he gladly accepted as he tried to finish all of his food.

Though Rory was awkward, they did start some small talk (ridiculous in an on itself after everything), and he found out she was a sophomore Journalism major who loved books and reading and writing, and she came from a small town near Hartford, where her wealthy grandparents lived (and man, Colin knew Richard and Emily! He would never be able to look them in the eye again). She'd gone to Chilton, where she met Paris, and they'd been roommates since the year before.

To his slight horror, even after they finished their coffees, Colin still didn't want to let go of Rory. She was the most interesting girl he'd ever met, and she'd not once mentioned his family, his father. Did she not know who he was? Maybe she didn't, which made her all the more alluring. After they paid (separate checks, she insisted), he whispered in her ear and invited her back to his dorm for takeout and a few more rounds, and he swallowed dry at the way her big, beautiful baby blues darkened ever so slightly in clear desire.

They didn't even make it to the bed the first time, just narrowly managed to get her underwear off and a condom on him and did it against the wall. He loved the way she clung to him and moaned quietly in his ear.

For the rest of the afternoon, they spent their time talking, eating a mountain of Chinese, making out and fucking, and he couldn't remember the last time he had such an amazing time with a girl. He didn't think he ever did, besides Juliet and Steph (and they didn't count). Just talking to Rory was– It was different, it was exciting and fresh and she was– She was amazing.

As nighttime came around, Rory adamantly told him she had to get back to her dorm, get ready for the new semester, and even the promise of even better sex didn't deter her for a moment. Even pressing her against a wall and kissing the life out of her only made her pause long enough to catch her breath. She smiled at him and he smiled back without thinking.

"Think you can ditch your precious books some time this week?" – he heard himself ask. She giggled and nodded.

"I'm pretty sure I can" – she said coyly, batting her eyelashes at him.

"That's really not fair, I hope someone's told you before"

"I have no idea what you're talking about" – she retorted, clearly amused.

"Sure you don't" – he kissed her softly – "Can I get your number?"

"As long as you're not planning on starting to stalk me"

"With Paris Geller as your roommate? I would never take the chance" – they shared a laugh as she programmed her number of his phone and called herself to store his.

As she walked down the corridor away from his dorm, Colin watched her go and felt... Weird. He wondered if it meant something that he was itching to go after her – and not just to have sex again.

"Hey man" – his best friend Logan greeted, frowning confusedly at him – "You okay? You didn't answer your phone all night or today" – he commented, entering the dorm familiarly, their mutual best friend Finn trailing behind looking drunk as usual.

"Have fun with that Sheila, mate?" – the Australian questioned, throwing himself on the couch.

"Wait, you were with the same girl since last night?" – Logan asked, incredulously. Colin shrugged, unwilling to say much more – "Must've been pretty good in the sack"

"I guess" – he said evenly. His friends traded looks – "So, you guys want to go down to the pub?"

"Sure..." – Logan elongated the word, staring at him with narrowed eyes.

Colin would tell them about Rory. Eventually. Maybe. Probably.

... Maybe not just yet.


Slow pacing, yes. I like the next chapter a lot more, but this is a good start, I think.

Again, thank you to everyone who was kind enough to leave a word, and I'm ever so glad that people are liking Cory. =D