Chapter 6: If I Knew What I Was Doing, I Wouldn't Have Hesitated.
The steady rain Triggers
A warp in my vision and
I can't see that on the
Trigger is my own Finger.
She was trying to sleep. Really she was. However, his words were running through her head. A Boner. She'd never seen one before. She was curious, very curious. It was damn near impossible to not want to think about it. She'd never seen a penis before either. It was a scary thing almost. She wanted to, but the reality that once she did and it wasn't what she thought it was, made her cling to her fantasy. So, she remained still, trying to sleep, and not think of his seemingly large appendage. Maybe the sheets gave him a large silhouette. Either way she wasn't thinking of his penis. At least not until he rolled over onto his back.
He was trying to sleep. Hell, he'd even go for a nightmare right now. But her dressed like that, next to him, was not helping the problem in his lower region. It was impossible to sleep with one of them. And with the current fantasies in his head, he was in for one hell of a night. He sighed slightly, while rolling onto his back. He didn't realize that Rory was awake, but he couldn't hear her breathing. Then again, with the drumming in his ears, he wasn't hearing much of anything but.
She too thought he was asleep and gaped at his fully erect member, still covered by both sheets and boxers. For a moment she cursed the invention of boxers. If he'd been wearing tighty whities, he wouldn't be so… happy. Then she got a rather wicked idea, and before she could stop herself, her hand was under the sheet, and at the band of his boxers. His muscles seemed even more taught then before.
He felt a hand on his stomach and thought the heavens were finally let him at least enjoy one of his fantasies. But when the hand slipped under his boxers and started doing its own thing, not what the hand in his dream was doing, his eyes shot open. Rory was laying on her side, her one arm holding up her head, while the other his. Her hand was traveling up and down his shaft, and she seemed to be enjoying what she was doing. She was in a trance like state, and not at all aware that he was awake. As much as he would have loved to let her keep playing unaware, he couldn't handle it too well.
"Rory." He shattered the serene silence that had encased the room. She jumped, gripping him tightly. He groaned as she did so. In the pale moonlight filtering through the storm clouds, he watched as she paled to an almost white and then reddened as she withdrew her hand, embarrassed. "Nobody said stop." She glared at him.
"Ass."
"Hey, you were the one playing with me. I should feel violated." Jess was now sitting smirking down at her. She just blushed a bit more. "Hey, I'm kidding. Relax, would you?"
"That is kind of hard-" His smirk grew a little "-to do with you making fun of me."
"How about I go back to sleep, and can keep groping, and we'll forget it happened." He looked her dead in the eye. She looked away from the intensity of his eyes, and fought back the blush starting on her cheeks.
"Okay." She said a little weakly.
"What?" He his head seemed to snap to meet her face.
'Okay." She said more forcefully. Jess was in pure shock.
"Um, yeah." Jess laid back down, and closed his eyes. His hands were resting under his head, as she laid back down next to him, and started exploring him again.
"You're supposed to be asleep." She said 5 minutes later.
"I am."
"I can see you smirking."
"That's not a smirk." He grinded out.
"Then what is it?"
"A forced ile."
"A what?"
"A forced smile."
"Why?" Jess got fed up and pushed up on his arms, so he was now eye level with her as she sat side straddle on the bed next to him.
"Because your messing with my dick and it's not helping the fact of how much it hurts."
"Oh, sorry." She with drew her hand and turned over into a laying position, with her back to him.
"Come here."
"What?"
"Come here." Rory turned over slowly, and looked at him He pulled her to him. Situating her on his lap so her back was to his chest, he brought her hand back to his erection.
"Jess…" He lightly bit her shoulder. Not hard enough to make a mark, but hard enough to get the point across.
"Just do as I say, okay?" She nodded. "Okay, keep doing this until I tell you what else okay?" She nodded as he moved her hand up and down.
She was feeling slightly adventurous, well more than she already was, and ran her thumb over his head. He hissed. Liking the response, every few strokes she repeated it. His head was lolled to the side, resting on her shoulder while she pumped him. His hands were tightening their grip on her hips.
"Is it… gonna go everywhere?" She asked in a timid voice.
"Maybe." he mumbled into her shoulder.
"Huh?"
"Depends on what's making it 'go everywhere'." He was really struggling to form sentences.
"Wha?"
"If… it's inside… something…. it's not… gonna… go anywhere… but where… it is. God, stop talking!"
"What can it go in?"
"I don't care, right now! Use your mouth!" He was really trying to be nice. He didn't think she'd listen, but when her warm mouth wrapped around him, he almost lost it. Almost He lost it when his head hit the back of her throat. She almost gagged on his came, but swallowed almost all of it.
She sat up and wiped her lip, where a little bit had come out. Jess was breathing pretty hard and had collapsed back onto the bed. He was currently watching her through half closed eyes.
"There is no way you're a virgin." Rory cocked her head to the side with a smile.
After Jess had cleaned himself off, they both went back to bed, and were actually able to. Both were suddenly very exhausted. Jess wrapped his arm over her hip, holding her to his chest tightly.
The sun rose too quickly. Of course you still couldn't see it because of the severe overcast, but it was there. The teens were woken up by screeching of Rory's cell.
"'lo?" She answered sleepily.
"Hey, Ror." She shot up and woke Jess up in the process.
"Dean, hi. What time is it?" She was looking furiously for a clock.
"About 11. I knew the roads were too flooded so Chilton's closed, so is SHHS, so I thought we could hang out." He said happily.
"Um, I'm not home." Rory bit her lip. It was about now that she noticed that Jess' hand had been stroking her thigh.
"Where are you?"
"A hotel in Hartford. I missed the last bus, and Mom couldn't get me, and Jess had Luke's truck, and he was at a book store in Hartford, and he came and got me, but the rain got worse, and we had to pull over, and we had to stay the night and-" She took a deep breath as Jess' hand had finally found where it really wanted to be.
"You're at a hotel…. With Jess?"
"Uh huh." Was all she could breath out.
"You aren't… in the same room or bed are you?" After a few seconds he groaned. "You're sharing a bed with him!" He screamed through the phone.
"Not… by, by choice." Jess' teeth grazed her neck behind her ear. "Dean, I have to go. I have to call my Mom and Luke."
"This isn't done."
"Dean…" She pleaded.
"Fine." He huffed and hung up. Rory turned on Jess while throwing her phone. She started hitting him while he smiled, laughing.
"That wasn't funny."
"I thought it was." He said as he grabbed her arms and flipped her so she was pinned. He brought her hands into his one above her head. His other hand began running up and down her body. She squirmed before giving in to the feelings being provoked inside her.
As his fingers started moving in and out, she gasped. She'd never had that much in there before. Her body was arching upwards as he hit the right spots. When she came, he swore she broke one of his fingers. He winced when she started sucking on it to make it feel better.
"Better?" She asked innocently.
"Yeah." He smiled a rare smile at her.
After a little while they called Lorelai, and found out, she was stuck at the dinner, but they should be able to get to the house if they take the main roads.
"Here." Rory pulled off his shirt and threw it at him, while discretely covering her breasts. She turned her back to him and slipped on her bra. She pulled her own shirt on, and then her skirt. When she turn back around, Jess too was fully dressed.
"Let's go." He said. They handed the desk attendant their key and headed to the truck.
"So,"
"So."
"Look, I, uh, I don't know what we did, but I'm with Dean." His knuckles turned white.
"Okay."
"And I can't break up with him…"
"Noted." His muscles flexed.
"But, I want us to be… friends?"
"okay." He relaxed slightly.
"I… enjoyed it though. Definitely should do it again sometime." She joked lightly.
"I still think you broke my finger."
"Well who told you to but three of 'em in there?"
I can't believe what we did. I touched him, and I made him get off. I did. Me. And he got me off. And now we're supposedly gonna be 'friends'. I like him. A lot, already, and god does my body like him. He's so perfect. He's only a few inches taller than me, and his abs are so hard, and he's a very nice size elsewhere. Dean's too tall, and I don't know what he's packing.
"Rory!" The notebook snapped shut.
"Hey, Dean."
"Whatcha writing?"
"Oh, uh, my diary."
"What's it say?" He tried to get it from her.
"Uh, that's kind of personal, Dean. I mean, after all, it's my diary… and a boy shouldn't see a girl's diary."
"SInce when have we been normal?" He sunk down next to her on the bed.
"Always."
"Oh."
"So, how did you get in here?"
"Oh, your mom said that you were in here, as she was running over to Babette's."
"Oh." He was fed up with small talk and leaned in. "Hi." Rory said suddenly nervous. Could he tell that she'd… kissed… Jess? When his lips were on hers, she realized he wouldn't. But suddenly, she found herself craving his lips instead of Dean's. His kisses. His caresses. As they wound up making out on her bed, she was wishing that not only was it his hands, lips, kisses, touches, but that it was Him. And that thought scared her.
