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Tru Luv Fanfiction |
It's My Party
(Sequel to Good Old Fashioned Lover Boys)by Kat
DISCLAIMER: This song was written before I was even conceived. Maybe Regis Philbin would know who sang it. I borrowed some of Adam's ribs for Jack and Pacey. Though Kevin Williamson might tell you otherwise.
WARNING: SLASH - NC-17, for indoor use only.
THANK YOU'S: Thanks to Kristin for her encouragement. Cassie, who totally inspired me to write SLASH again. And Craig, for teaching me the most important lesson in slash: Sex is grrreat! Jack/Pacey
"Don't move," Pacey whispered. He inched a little closer to Jack. "There's an eyelash," his finger swept up, "right," touched Jack's face, "there." He held it out in front of Jack, "See?"
"Yes, I see that."
"Make a wish," Pacey murmured. Jack pretended to wish and blew gently on the tip of Pacey's finger. The eyelash fluttered away.
"What'd you wish for?" Jack could still smell Pina Colada mix. Yes, Pacey was definitely hornier when he was tipsy. "Did you wish for me to be naked?"
"Not quite."
"Why not?"
"Because you already are. It would be a waste."
In the most adorable way, Pacey's brow furrowed. He looked down at his body. "Oh, yeah." Those dilated blue eyes looked back up to Jack. He practically giggled and gave Jack a wide smile. "I forgot."
Enough was enough, so Jack leaned over to kiss his friend. He was just millimetres away when Pacey hiccuped. Then he doubled over with laughter. Jack grabbed his chin and forced his face close again. "Don't hiccup."
Pacey had a small mouth, but he had such soft lips. They were moist and warm and Jack thought he could spend every hour of every day kissing them. He felt Pacey's tongue push insistently into his mouth.
"Oh, boy, am I naked."
Jack could tell Pacey was nearly asleep. His eyelids were fluttering between open and shut, and he could barely keep his head up. "Why don't you take a nap. I'll wake you up in a little while.
As if Pacey had been waiting for permission, he promptly fell asleep. Jack looked around the room they were in. Pacey's room. It being Fourth of July weekend, the Witter family was up in Providence with family. Pacey had faked a cold to stop them from taking him.
They had the entire house to themselves for the whole weekend. It was Pacey's idea to buy Pina Colada, but Jack had declined the offer to try some. He felt drunk enough when they were kissing.
There was no complaining from him, though, when Pacey had finished six glasses of his mixture. Because after he had, he'd become decidedly more aggressive. He seemed particularly interested in getting his clothes off as fast as humanly possible.
"Jack, I want to kiss you," he murmured against Jack's stomach, which he'd carefully exposed by lifting Jack's tee shirt. He let his tongue dip inside Jack's belly button. A trail of kisses from his navel to his mouth followed.
"You're crazy."
"Crazy for you," Pacey answered, giggling.
And now, Jack was watching Pacey sleep. Naked, butt up to the world, looking as sexy as Jack had ever seen him.
"And you think you're the crazy one."
"But you have to come," Jen wailed. She was standing in front of Pacey and Jack, who were attempting to watch Magnolia.
"Jen, it's raining frogs, could you keep it down?" Pacey suggested, grabbing her hip and pushing her aside. "Wouldn't it be cool if that happened in Capeside?"
"Yeah, almost as cool as my seventeenth birthday party!" Jen cried. She shut off the VCR. "Explain yourself, Pacey Witter, before you wish it had been raining frogs in here instead of Hurricane Jen."
"Dawson and Joey are going to be there! Do I need to be subjected to that?" He covered his face with his hands. "Again?!"
"You are so over-dramatizing this!"
"It's only going to be the six of us. He's going to be throwing me dirty looks all night long." Pacey groaned. "Anti-Prom night revisited, man."
Jack got up to turn the VCR back on. "Let's talk about this later." No one argued and he returned to his seat next to Pacey, accidentally on purpose rubbing his thigh against Pacey's. Pacey tried not to smirk.
"Are you still coming, Jack?" Jen asked a few minutes later. Frogs thumped on pavement before he answered.
"I wouldn't miss it."
"That means you have to make Pacey come."
"Can you talk about me like I'm in the room?" Pacey mumbled. "Fine, I'll come." Without thinking he leaned his head on Jack's shoulder.
Jack's eyes widened and he quickly stood up. "I'm thirsty," he announced, striding out of the room.
"Um, okay," Jen said, a second later. "Pacey," Jen moaned, sitting closer to him. "Don't be mad at me. I just want you at my birthday party."
"I said I was coming."
"And you seem so happy about it."
"Don't push it, Lindley. I can change my mind in a second." He stood up and stretched. "Hey, Jack, are you ready to go?"
"Staying here tonight," he replied. Pacey shrugged.
"All right, see you later. Bye, Jenny."
It's my party and I'll cry if I want to
"How did we get stuck as decorators?" Pacey asked.
Jack groaned. "It's Jen's idea of a joke."
Pacey looked confused. For a minute. Then he burst into a hysterical fit of laughter. "I get it!"
"Took you long enough," Jack mumbled, completely miserable. It had been days since he and Pacey had been alone together. And now they were stuck, purple crepe paper in hand, making Jen's living room look pretty.
"How pissed off do you think Dawson's going to be?" Jack turned to look at his more-than-just-a-friend, concerned at the pitiful tone of voice he was using. "This is going to be off the charts, I can feel it. We're talking major hissyfit."
"Then Dawson needs to find himself a hobby. Jen won't put up with fighting at this party." Putting down the hideous tablecloth, he grabbed Pacey by the shoulders. "Just keep your chin up, okay? Don't give him what he wants."
Tears watered in Pacey's eyes, making Jack's chest hurt. When Pacey's chin trembled, that was the final straw. Jen be damned, he was going to kiss this boy and make him feel at least a little better. He sucked that pouting lower lip into his mouth and wrapped his hand around the back of Pacey's neck.
Pacey let Jack kiss him for a few seconds before gently pushing him away with one hand. "Don't tease, McPhee. There'll be plenty of time for that later."
His mission was successful, as Pacey was no longer on the verge of tears.
"A-hem," a female voice made herself known. Jack spun around, thinking the worst that his sister might be there, but instead saw a very confused Jen. "What the hell was that? Did you two know I was there? Was that a birthday present?"
"No," Pacey said quietly. "We didn't know you were there."
Jen's mouth fell open. "Oh, no way. You two?! Pacey, you were my last chance!" She couldn't get the last part out without giggling. "Does this mean you're..."
"Bisexual," Jack answered. "Which means he's still attracted to lowly creatures like yourself."
"Jack," Pacey said, "Jen is hardly lowly." They all laughed. "Please don't say anything," he pleaded suddenly. "That would just be the icing on the cake for Dawson."
"He steals back his girl, so you start going steady with said girl's ex-boyfriend?"
"Something like that," he mumbled, his cheeks turning pink.
"Your secret's safe with me," she assured him, opening her arms for a hug. When Pacey was neatly folded inside them, she whispered, "As long as I get a private show. It's my birthday, after all."
Pacey smiled. "Pervert."
"What can I say? Grams always says I'm deviant."
"Happy birthday!" Dawson and Joey shouted in unison when Jen opened the door for them. They laughed, first offering their, to no one's surprise, joint gift. "How's it feel to be seventeen?" Dawson wanted to know as he stepped inside.
"Feels pretty good. Andie's out picking up the most fattening cake I could find. She should be back any second," Jen told them. Joey smiled. "Come on in, make yourselves at home."
"Is Jack here already?" Dawson sat on the loveseat. Joey quickly sat beside him.
"Yeah, he's outside with Pacey."
Instantly, Dawson's smile was gone. "Oh," he responded dully.
"Yeah, they're filling up water balloons." She tried not to notice Dawson and Joey's identical sour expressions. "That should be fun. Jack says he's been practising his aim."
Dawson forced a chuckle. Joey smiled wanly. These two were going to be the life of the party, she could just tell. Fortunately, Andie kicked the door loudly before an awkward silence could set in.
Jen jumped up and let her in. The cake hid Andie from view. "Jen, I think this cake is a little small." She laughed and put it on the table. "Hey, guys!" Joey stood up to give Andie a hug. "Where are the boys?"
"Still outside."
"Yikes, how many do we need?! I'll go get them."
Joey sat back down, a little closer to Dawson than Pacey would like. Jen tried not to frown. "How's your summer been?"
"Fine." Dawson didn't say anything else. Joey didn't attempt to elaborate either. The back door could be heard swinging open and banging shut. "Jen, you didn't tell me he was going to be here."
The comment was so loud there was no way Pacey didn't hear it. Jen winced. "Oh, suck it, would you?" was the reply from the other room. Jen snickered, but recovered quickly.
"Let's get this party started!" she cried. She practically ran to the stereo and turned it on. She missed the frosty stare Dawson threw Pacey's way. What she didn't miss was Pacey's tongue straight out back at him.
Disgusted, Dawson turned away from him. Joey, of course, imitated him. Pacey gave them both the finger. He rolled his eyes at Jack, lowering his hands.
"What a lovely way to start it," Pacey commented. "What are we going to do first?"
"How about presents?" Andie suggested. She grabbed Jack and Pacey and dragged them to the other couch to sit with her. Jen gathered up her gifts and sat in the middle of the floor.
"This one's from Andie." She ripped open the birthday card. "For a very special girl on a very special day. Just let me know if you give your presents away. Love, Andie. Nice," she said sarcastically.
Andie shrugged, laughing. "Worth a shot."
Inside was a large, crafty picture frame. It had a nice shot of Dawson, Joey, and Jen at the top. The middle had Jen on Pacey's shoulders, taken just a week before. The bottom was Jen with the two McPhees. "Thanks, Andie, this is great!" She gave her friend a hug of thanks.
"Open ours," Dawson insisted.
The emerald green gift bag was overflowing with ribbon and tissue paper. Jen threw them on the floor, in hasty search of her presents. Inside was the latest Joan Osborne CD, the "Boys Don't Cry" soundtrack, and a gift certificate to her favourite CD store.
"Wow, thanks! These are great." She jumped up to hug them, too.
Next, she grabbed a large box with black "Over The Hill!" wrapping paper. "Gee, Pace, you're so thoughtful."
"Left over from my Dad's 50th," he explained. "It's very fitting."
She tore the wrapping paper to shreds, throwing them at Pacey. A Macy's box with the "Macy's" scratched off held a very lightweight gift.
"Panties?!"
"They were on sale," Pacey said, and was greeted with laughter.
Jen threw a particularly lacey pair of pink underwear at Pacey's head, growling. "I prefer a thong, myself."
"That's funny," Jack started, "so does Pacey."
Even Dawson and Joey had to struggle not to laugh.
"You would know," Jen said slyly. Pacey and Jack stopped laughing.
The rest of the evening was slightly more stressful. Dawson and Pacey ended up sitting a little too close to each other at some point or another. Jack stepped carefully between them to avoid a Pay-Per-View style fight. Grams wouldn't have appreciated blood on her carpet.
Jen noticed Joey barely looked at Pacey, instead keeping her eyes firmly on Dawson and his every move. Neither she nor Andie could tell whether it was genuine interest in Dawson, or she was doing her very best to avoid looking at Pacey. Dawson did enough for both of them as it was.
"This was fun, Jen," Dawson said stiffly, as he and Joey were getting ready to leave. They had already said their good-byes to Jack and Andie. And survived an awkwardness with Pacey, who had ended up leaving the room. "Next time, please tell me if he's going to be here."
"I'll send you the newsletter," she said sarcastically. "Get over yourself, Dawson. This was my birthday party and I wanted all of my friends to be there. Pacey just happens to be my friend."
"But don't you think that you and I have a little more history to consider?"
"That's a pretty arrogant thing to say. If I was going to exclude anyone, though, I think it would have to be my ex-boyfriend." She put her hands on her hips. There was definitely a dangerous look in her eyes. "Next time, please tell me if your attitude is going to be here. Good night, Joey," she said curtly.
Whirling on her heels, she stomped back inside and slammed the screen door shut.
"Nice manners, Dawson," Joey commented.
Ignoring her, Dawson grabbed her hand and led her across Jen's yard to his own. "She should have at least told me, Joey."
"Would you still have gone?"
"I don't know."
"Don't worry about it, you two," Andie insisted. She snatched the garbage out of Pacey's hands. "Jen and I will take care of it before we go to bed."
Jack didn't try to argue with her, he just grabbed Pacey by the arm and dragged him away from the room he was trying to clean. "Come on, we'll go to your house."
"But I feel bad, we made such a mess."
"This is nothing," Jack said, dropping his voice a little lower. "I'll show you a mess if we leave right now."
"Andie's right, you two get out of here," Jen encouraged, winking discreetly at Jack. "I'll take care of everything." She put a little too much emphasis on "everything," which worried Pacey slightly. He gave her a warning glance. She smiled cruelly.
"Fine, we know when we're not wanted. Let's get out of here, Jack, while we still have some dignity." Sticking out his lower lip, Pacey grabbed Jack's hand and practically paraded out of the house. "Happy birthday, Jenny!" he called when the girls came to the door waving.
"Thanks, boys! Get home safe," she said, laughing.
"She's going to get it," Jack mumbled, getting into Pacey's father's jeep.
Pacey climbed into the front seat, smirking. "No, Jack. I'm going to get it." Smiling widely, he dropped his keys at Jack's feet. "Oh, I'll get that." Without looking his hand travelled from Jack's stomach down to his thigh. "Is that it?"
"You're going to die. My sister is less than thirty feet away from us." His voice was a few octaves lower than it had been.
"I'm only trying to get my keys," Pacey murmured, lowering his head to help in the "search." His hand just barely touched Jack's crotch. His mouth was so close, Jack could feel the heat of his breath causing Jack's pants to tent up a little higher than they already were.
Grabbing a fist full of short dark hair, Jack yanked Pacey back up. Without hesitating, he grabbed Pacey's keys from the floor and practically threw them at Pacey. "Drive, jerk."
"Both at the same time?"
"I can't wait to get you out of that stupid shirt," Jack mumbled. His hand was holding Pacey's fingers close to his mouth, sucking on one of them occasionally.
"Do you think I should give up on clothes completely?" Pacey asked. His eyes darted away from the road to Jack's face.
Jack nodded enthusiastically. "You look much better naked. Clothes just aren't your thing." Pacey laughed. "No, really. You're so fucking sexy, I hate it when you have to cover everything up."
It took a few minutes of swallowing and controlled breathing methods for Pacey to be able to speak again. "Somebody's in a good mood."
The car turned jerkily into the driveway, as Pacey's motor skills were somewhat impaired. "You could say that." Jack leaned over and cupped Pacey's face with his hands, pulling him close. "I have been waiting all night to kiss you."
When their lips met, Pacey moaned quietly. His tongue darted out, exploring Jack's mouth. Jack pulled away, trailing hot, wet kisses from Pacey's lips to his jaw. "Let's go inside," Pacey mumbled.
"If I can make it in there."
"You and me both, buddy."