Luke was standing with his arms crossed as he watched Max looking around the room, not knowing what to do. Lorelai had come running out to pick up Rory and the two men were left alone waiting for her. There was hardly a peep out of 'em as they analyzed each like specimens in a bottle, the teacher, looking up every now and then with a casual smile, and Luke plainly staring at him with an annoyed face.
"I-I saw you at the town meeting" Max said, eventually, trying to small talk since he didn't know what to do. He found the situation pretty weird, in particular, the fact that the diner man needed to speak with his girlfriend at that moment of the night so urgently. Not that he was jealous, of course.
"Yeah, I saw you too" Luke replied, short and concise, with some sort of grunt too. The truth was that he didn't like the teacher at all. The way he talked and acted, wandering around Lorelai's house just like he owned the place... God, so full of himself and he hated people like that.
"Look, probably you won't be able to talk to Lorelai tonight. We should go as soon as she gets back and won't be back until late, so..." Max explained, raising his eyebrows suggestively. He really hoped the diner owner would get the hint and leave, but part of him doubted a caveman like him could. Did he even know how to count up to... third wheel? Yep, the dislike was returned.
"I'm not going anywhere. But if you're in such a hurry, go on. Cunt" Luke mumbled to himself, loud enough to be heard and get tempers to flare. Never did he expected the teacher to snap at his swear word and run up to him, defiantly bumping his chest against his.
"Say that to my face, if you dare" Max growled through his teeth as he gazed straight into the diner man's eyes. And that was when everything started to go down. Luke pushed the teacher away, making him stumble back a bit, and the next second they were clutched at each other's shoulders, head to head. It was a power play, a game of wit and strength where the two men moved around in circles, trying to use their weight to twist the other underneath.
In the end, Max took the beating. Luke somehow managed to pull his left arm down, toppling him over onto the floor, and just straddled his hips to pin him down. Promptly, he slammed the teacher's wrists down when he tried to get 'em up and adjusted his weight to stay balanced atop him when he began to squirm around. No matter how much he waggled, the diner owner's hands secured Max and held him still. And if that wasn't bad enough, he even bounced on him to knock some air out of his lungs and stop him from lashing out. Ouch.
The battle between the two men was definitely won by Luke or, at least, that was what he was thinking... Indeed, he would have never expected the teacher to keep fighting, to rock his hips up against his ass like attempting to fuck him. What an affront. Nobody had ever dreamed about doing anything like that. No wonder the diner man was taken aback by it and tensed, offering Max the opportunity to wiggle one arm free and reverse their positions. At this point, they started to wrestle, strong bodies pressed tightly together, as they rolled up and over each other to gain the upper hand.
Once again, Luke won the battle for dominance, flipping 'em over until he was on top and just then pinned the teacher's wrists over his head with a glare. Those two spent a while looking intently at each other and caught their breath, not moving a muscle. The diner owner was still seething with rage and when he put more weight on Max to hold him tighter, he felt something bump up against him. A hard-on. Well, the bigger shock was to discover it wasn't the only one... Damn. All that rubbing must have done the trick and now his shaft was pitching an uncomfortable tent in his pants.
Luke didn't know what came over him, maybe testosterone or else, but he slowly leaned forward a bit and ground his hips down into the teacher. It was quick, unexpected. Max found himself bucking up at the sudden touch as a low moan escaped his mouth. He tried to play it cool, to keep his composure, but then the diner man rutted into him again and... fuck it. That was awesome. It had been a while since he had this feeling. Even though all those layers of clothes, their junks brushed and slid together with such exquisite friction that his legs unconsciously fell open for more.
By now, none of 'em were thinking with their heads. They were like animals in heat, using their crotches and groins for their own pleasure, and even then, Luke was the boss. The diner owner led the way by rolling his entire body down in smooth motions while Max followed, doing his best to rock himself back up against him and meet his thrusts. Eye to eye, the two men had set up quite a rhythm with a hasty, increasing pace where they pushed and swiveled their hips around, trying to get off of each other. The only sounds filling the room were pants and groans as feverish heat gathered in their lower regions and consumed 'em. Especially the teacher, close to the edge.
Luke could feel him, hot and hard, pressing against him and could tell Max was already damp with precum... No, it wouldn't have been long before he climaxed and so the diner man bumped a little quicker, bearing down with ruthlessness. The teacher had a hard time keeping up with that, his hips snapping erratically to chase some kind of release as all his right spots were being stimulated. He couldn't hold out against it. With muscles tightening and balls drawing up, he just surged up and...
"Aaah!" Max shouted, abandoning himself to his stiff length jerking wildly and busting a load of 8 warm, sticky spurts of jizz into his trousers. As he stilled and basked in his ebbing orgasm, the diner owner continued to rub down into him, not caring about that. He selfishly sped up even more, rutting his hips against the teacher's faster and faster, when all of a sudden, he stopped. Completely.
"I'm gonna get going" Luke gasped out, letting go of Max's wrists and pushing himself up. It had taken all his willpower to do that, his cock bursting painfully into his pants, but it was okay. The war had been won. The teacher had come in his underwear, but he hadn't. No wet patch spreading in the front of his trousers, nor inner sense of humiliation. He was the man, the alpha. Cheerfully, he wiped a hand over his red face and sweaty hair, hinting a smile. "I'll see Lorelai tomorrow. Doesn't matter what time it is. I'll always be around"
Max just laid there, worn out and defeated on the floor, as the diner man proudly turned his back and left the room, without looking back.