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Tru Luv Fanfiction |
Spring Fever
by: Rolymurp
Pacey Witter stared out the window of his former girlfriend’s Saab, taking in the scenery that sped past him. He rubbed his temples at the sound of angry wailing that was coming from the speaker by his waist.
“You’re pretty quiet back there, Pace.” His friend Jack McPhee remarked from the front passenger seat.
“I’m just soaking in the whiny chick angst.” He explained.
Jen Lindley stopped tapping the beat into the steering wheel. “Do you have a problem with the music selection, Mr. Witter?” She asked, somewhat bitchily.
“No. I love this. It’s like having Joey sing to me during a fight.” He retorted, glaring at her in the rearview mirror.
“Ooh, Jack, I think that might be a clue. We’d better write down the lyrics. Get a pen.”
“A clue to what, Jen?” Pacey asked.
“To why you and Joey broke up.” Jack explained. “Since you don’t seem to want to share it with us, we’re going to have to figure it out from the hints you send us, both purposely and unconsciously.
“Right.” Jen concurred. “First of all, there’s the fact that you’re angry about it, which might lead an amateur to believe that you were the dumpee…”
“But, your seeming lack of real sadness would indicate that maybe it was the other way around.” Jack finished.
“You two aren’t going to trick me into telling.” Pacey said. “It’s our business. Talking about it isn’t going to change things.”
“Whatever you say. Just remember: We’ve go a whole week alone with you. Chances are we’ll get to the bottom of it.” Jen predicted.
Pacey simply rolled his eyes at them. “If you really want to wear me down, you could start by playing some music that doesn’t grate on my eardrums.” He suggested.
Jack popped the CD out over Jen’s protests and replaced it with a Beatles album, raising his eyebrows at Pacey when the strains of Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band filled the car.
“Better.” Pacey pronounced. He grinned slightly for the first time that day. “But I’m still not telling you anything.”
“Come on. Just one hint. I swear we’ll stop bugging you.” Jen whined at him as they leaned over the rails of the ferry, watching the bright sunlight bounce off the waves.
“What is with you?” He asked, irritated. “I had no idea you were such a gossip-monger.”
“I’m not.” She responded. “As much as I joked about it in the car, I just want you to talk about it for your sake. I really think it’ll make you feel better.”
“Yeah, and we don’t want you sulking all week.” Jack added.
“Especially when we have a whole house to clean.” Jen commented, grimacing. They were headed to the beach house on Nantucket that Mrs. McPhee’s recently deceased uncle had left her. Mr. McPhee had agreed to let them spend their spring break there on the condition that they open up the house properly. That meant that they’d have to air it out and do a bit of cleaning and repair work, depending on how the fall and winter had treated it. Jack invited everyone, but Dawson had begged off, wanting to spend the week with Gretchen. Hearing that piece of information immediately changed Pacey’s initial decision to stay home, since Dawson and Gretchen were still floating in that honeymoon period of couplehood which he and Joey had come down from shortly before their break up. When Jen told her that Pacey was going, Joey claimed she couldn’t get out of work at the Yacht Club, though none of them really believed that.
“Don’t start bitching yet, Jen. We don’t know that it’s in bad shape. It could only take one day of work to get it presentable, then we’ll have the other six days to spend relaxing.” Jack advised, turning away to walk towards the back of the boat, where the car was parked.
“Relaxing or being bored out of our minds? I can’t imagine that an island off New England is that swingin’ before Memorial Day.” Pacey grumbled.
“Hey!” Jen started. “You knew the deal when you signed on, Witter. It’s going to be great, all of us lovelorn kiddies.” She reminded him.
“Don’t call me ‘lovelorn,’ please.” He requested. “It’s depressing.”
“Okay.” Jen agreed, noting the strange expression on his face. It was funny. Pacey’s comments would have her believe that he was upset about his break up with Joey, but the look he had when talking about it didn’t gel with that. He appeared more frustrated than anything. She wondered again what the cause was. Despite her claims of ignorance, she actually had gotten some details about it from Joey, mainly that Pacey had broken it off with her, explaining that he needed some time and space to sort himself out. For her part, Joey was taking it badly, though she wouldn’t really let anyone see that. Jen just had intuition about it, probably as a result of being dumped a few times herself.
“Something wrong?” He asked, his voice breaking her from her reverie. She realized she had been staring at him and quickly dropped her gaze.
“No. I was just thinking.”
“Well. There’ll be no more of that, my lovely Lindley. We are on vacation, after all.” He said, smiling and putting an arm around her, turning her in the direction where Jack had gone. His voice was now much softer, the irritation that had gripped him a moment ago fading away. He wasn’t going to let this little breakdown he seemed to be having ruin this trip. “Let’s go find Jackers, shall we? I saw him wander off to the cars, but I think he really left to go check out those guys down there.” He postulated, gesturing to three boys of their approximate age who were sitting on the rails by the cars.
“Oooh, they look cute. Maybe there’s a hetero one I can snag.” Jen said.
“Where does that leave me?” He asked.
“Don’t worry, Pace. I’m sure there are some girls you can ogle on the island.” He seemed to consider this, stroking his chin with his thumb and forefinger in a gesture of faux thoughtfulness. “Then again,” Jen added. “There might not be. But if I know you, you’ll figure out a way to adapt.” She chuckled, looking up to his face. His grin disappeared abruptly and Jen wondered what she had said wrong. She followed his eyes, confused at the intensity with which he was staring at the boys. Actually, it wasn’t the boys who held his gaze, she realized with a start. He was staring at Jack. And this time, she had no idea what the expression on his face meant.
The house was a tall Victorian style, complete with a wraparound porch and swing. Jack fit the key smoothly in the lock and they managed to enter without too much of a struggle. After dropping their bags, Jack and Pacey busied themselves with opening the windows while Jen pulled the sheets off of the furniture.
“This doesn’t look too bad.” She remarked, settling into the living room sofa.
“No resting, Lindley. Not yet anyway.” Pacey warned, standing over her. “We should go out for a bit, let the air in. We can pick up some food.”
“All right.” She agreed, reaching up to him so he could help her extricate herself from the soft cushions. “Where’s Jack?”
“Hammering in some loose boards on the back deck. The house is really okay. I don’t think that we have much to do, aside from a little dusting.”
“Well don’t expect that because I’m a woman I’m going to offer to do it myself.” She cautioned, narrowing her eyes.
“Please. I lived with alone with Deputy Doug for months. Trust me when I tell you that I learned all about the benefits of dusting.” He joked, making his way for the front door.
After an hour of shopping, they returned to find Jack closing up the windows. The air in the house was considerably less stale than it had been when they first arrived. Jen unloaded some of the groceries as Pacey started cooking.
They talked and joked through their spaghetti dinner. Jack recounted his story of the guys on the ferry who, unfortunately, were all straight and who only engaged him in conversation in order to find out Jen’s status.
“I told them you were gay.” Jack said.
“Thanks a lot,” she said, pouting.
“They weren’t your type anyway. Besides, how are the three of us supposed to stay miserable together this week if you find someone to suck face with?”
“Yeah.” Pacey chimed in. “Solidarity, Jen.”
“Oh, shut up. I hate both of you.”
“I found out where they’re staying, if you’re really interested.” Jack offered.
“I’ll think about it.”
When dinner was finished, Jen planted herself in front of the ancient TV set, trying desperately to find a watchable station. Jack and Pacey stood in the kitchen, washing the dishes.
“So, you’re really miserable?” Pacey asked, remembering his comment to Jen earlier.
“Not really. It’s just frustrating, that’s all.”
“What happened with that Tobey guy?”
“Uh-uh, Pace. You don’t get the details of my short-lived love life without telling me the truth about you and Joey.”
Pacey sighed. “All right. But I warn you, it’s very uninteresting.”
Jack raised his eyebrows and tilted his head as if to listen more closely.
“I just started to feel uneasy. I love her, but I just wasn’t really focusing on her, on us, as much as I had been earlier this year. I realized that I have virtually no other interests outside of being Joey Potter’s boyfriend. It’s a pattern I started to get into with Andie, and, well look how great that turned out. It scared me, so I decided to take a step back and figure out what I want for myself in life. Get a little ambition, you know?” Jack nodded. “It’s just that since I asked for space, I’ve started feeling less engrossed in her. I’m having these feelings and, well, cravings, that don’t really fit with the person I always thought I was. I’m just trying to figure it all out. Does that make sense?”
“I think so.” He said.
Pacey sighed loudly. “We’ll probably get back together.” He predicted unenthusiastically. Jack found it odd that the guy who’d recently been so love struck seemed disenchanted by what he had. He wondered exactly what kind of “cravings” Pacey had been having, but thought it best not to ask. He didn’t want to overstep his bounds.
“Your turn.” Pacey said, bringing Jack out of his thoughts.
“Oh, it was your typical love story. Boy meets obsessive activist, boy gets obsessive activist. Obsessive activist eventually becomes annoyed with boy’s laissez-faire approach to his sexuality and tells him that they’re just not compatible.”
“Didn’t he know that about you when you met?”
“Yeah. He thought it wouldn’t bother him so much. He was wrong.” Jack said, smiling ruefully. “At least it was a learning experience for me.”
“What exactly did you learn?” Pacey asked. Jack eyed him, taken aback by the question, assuming it was a joke. Noting the seriousness in his friend’s face, he realized that Pacey really wanted to know.
“Just, well, etiquette and protocol in the world of homosexual dating.”
“Did you…did you sleep with him?” Pacey asked, staring at the floor. He looked up suddenly, feeling a blush creeping across his features. “I’m sorry. That’s none of my business.”
Jack grinned at his friend’s embarrassment. “I’ll tell if you will.” He proposed.
“Very close. But, no, we didn’t.” Pacey answered.
“We did.” Jack said. In spite of his discomfiture, he continued, somehow aware that his friend was very interested in hearing it. “It was really…different. It was like being in a whole other world.”
“I bet.” Pacey remarked, breathless. Jack stepped to his side and their eyes met for a moment.
“Pacey?” Jack asked, finding himself slightly exhilarated by the other boy’s countenance. He placed a hand on his shoulder and opened his mouth to speak again. “What-“
“Guys!” Jen shouted as she dashed into the kitchen. Instantly, Jack dropped his arm and put several feet between Pacey and himself, trying to ignore the inquisitive look on Jen’s face.
“What’s up?” He asked.
“I found a cable station showing ‘Sixteen Candles.’ Care to join me in reciting the lines, word for word, while we watch?” She asked, pretending that she hadn’t noticed the tension in the room.
“I’m there,” Pacey said, grabbing a soda from the fridge and following her into the room without giving even a backward glance at Jack.
Placing the last of the dishes in the cabinet, Jack mentally chided himself. Pacey was confused and upset, and just because he was curious about Jack’s sex life didn’t mean that he was asking for a demonstration. He decided to forget about it, knowing that tomorrow, when Pacey was out there looking at girls, the moment would become more like a figment of his imagination than an actuality.
“Jack? What the hell’s taking so long?” Jen shouted from the next room.
“Coming.” He called, switching off the kitchen light on his way.
An eerie blue glow from the TV set in the next room lit the kitchen as Jack wandered in. He wondered who was still up. First, get a drink. Then investigate the insomniac in the next room, he decided to himself and opened the refrigerator door. Where the hell’s the milk, he wondered, pushing the other bottles that they’d purchased that day aside as he searched, knowing in the back of his mind that it was too large a container to be well-hidden. “Damn.” He said, shutting the door.
“Looking for this?” Came a gruff whisper from behind him.
He turned to see Pacey sitting up on the counter, offering the milk to him. Jack hesitated for a moment, taking in the sight of his friend, clad only in a pair of gray knit boxers. When he looked up again, his eyes met Pacey’s. He blushed, embarrassed to be caught looking, though Pacey didn’t seem to notice. Slowly, he reached his hand out for the drink.
“You might want to wipe off the rim. I didn’t bother with a glass.” He explained, flatly.
“I think I can handle your germs, Pace.” Jack said, taking a swig from the container. He topped it with the cap Pacey handed him and put it back in the fridge.
“So, what are you watching?” Jack asked, cocking his head to indicate the next room.
“Nothing. I just couldn’t sleep.”
“Something wrong?” Even for two in the morning, Pacey seemed unusually quiet to Jack. His voice was a monotone, his face expressionless.
“What makes you say that, Jack?”
“I don’t know. Maybe the fact that you’re awake so late even though you got up at six this morning? Or that you’re sitting in the dark, watching nothing on TV?”
“So I’m a little restless.”
“More like lifeless.” Jack snapped, moving to stand in front of the other boy, his back leaning against the kitchen island.
Pacey’s head popped up at the comment. “What the hell’s that supposed to mean?” He asked, confused.
“Just the way you’re acting. The way you look.”
He half-smiled and raised an eyebrow as he spoke. “And how do I look to you, Jack?”
Jack paused. There was something almost like a sneer in Pacey’s voice. The question sounded like a challenge. He didn’t answer.
“Jack?” Pacey persisted. “I’m sure you formed some sort of an opinion. You certainly took an eyeful a minute ago.” He taunted.
“What are you talking about?” Jack asked. He couldn’t seem to read his friend at that moment. There was something off about him. He wasn’t acting angry or even depressed. He was just…odd.
“I saw you looking at me when I handed you the milk. What were you thinking?”
He didn’t know how to respond to that. He knew that he’d been checking Pacey out, but would that upset him? Pacey wasn’t a homophobe, Jack knew, but that didn’t mean he was comfortable being assessed by someone of his own gender. Quickly, he came up with a lame lie.
“I…I have the same boxers as you. I just noticed that.”
“Uh huh.” Pacey saw right through it. “You know, somehow I don’t believe you..” He hopped off of the counter and stepped forward, placing his hands on the island, trapping his friend between his arms. He leaned over him to whisper to him. “I think you were checking me out.” His warm breath tickled Jack’s ear and Jack felt a stirring below his waist. Pacey looked down and noticed the other boy’s erection, clearly visible beneath his mesh shorts. “And I think you liked what you saw.” His lips brushed Jack’s ear as he said this, causing a shiver to coarse through him. Pacey pushed his chest against him to still him. “You liked that, too, I take it.”
Jack froze. He didn’t know what game Pacey was playing, but it was both scaring him and turning him on. Maybe that’s the point. Was he being teased? Was he being seduced? He took in a breath, preparing to speak, when he felt Pacey’s tongue run up his earlobe. He let out an involuntary gasp.
“What’s wrong, Jack?” Pacey asked, in that same, mocking tone.
“Stop it!” He pleaded in a whisper. Suddenly desperate, he moved to get away, but Pacey tensed his forearms to hold him in place.
“Am I upsetting you?” He asked, suddenly sincere.
Jack looked up at him angrily. “Why are you doing this? Just because you’re feeling shitty? Do you think that teasing me is going to make you feel better?”
“Teasing you? I thought I was flirting.” Pacey smirked. “And, in case you hadn’t noticed, Jack, it is making me feel better.” He said, now pressing the rest of his body against Jack’s. Comprehension dawned on the other boy’s face and he looked up, surprised.
“Pa-“ He was cut off abruptly when Pacey pressed his lips to his. He felt a strong hand run over his stomach and up his chest, eventually reaching the back of his neck. Jack sighed and parted his lips at the feel of Pacey’s fingers in his hair, welcoming his friend’s probing tongue. He put his own hands against Pacey’s bare chest, letting the hardness of his nipples tickle his palms. He moved them down, stopping to brush his fingertips softly over his abdominal muscles.
Pacey flinched at being tickled but found himself growing harder from the sensation. He sucked Jack’s lower lip into his mouth and bit it lightly, eliciting a low moan from him. Emboldened by this, Pacey moved to trail kisses along Jack’s jaw line and down his neck, nipping at his soft flesh. Ever so slowly, he brought his left hand to Jack’s hip, cautiously dipping his fingers under the soft cotton of his white, wife-beater tank top. He was starting to mimic Jack’s motions when he felt his friend’s strong hand rub his cock over his shorts. He shuddered involuntarily and grunted, the beads of liquid from his arousal wetting Jack’s hand through the fabric.
“So, I’m taking it that you liked that.” Jack joked, wrapping his fingers more firmly around the outline of Pacey’s erection.
“Mmmm.” Pacey affirmed before softly sinking his teeth into Jack’s shoulder.
Jack easily undid the button-fly of Pacey’s shorts and freed his cock from the material, smoothing his hand over it’s impressive length. Slowly, he began to stroke him, feeling his own arousal grow as Pacey nipped at the tender skin of his neck. He reluctantly released him to remove his top, immediately pulling his friend’s head back to his now bare chest, needing to feel his mouth on him again.
Pacey obliged him, bringing strong hands to his back and holding Jack’s flesh to his lips. He sucked hungrily at his taut pecs, marveling at the feel of Jack’s muscular body. It was so different from the softness of the women he’d been with. Crouching down, he tracked moist kisses over his well-defined abs. As his lips reached the smooth area above his waistband, he heard Jack suck in a breath sharply. He hesitated, not sure he was ready to move any lower yet. Instead, he ran his hand up Jack’s thigh under his shorts and boxers, rubbing him gently while his mouth made its way back up his chest.
Their eyes met briefly before Jack drew Pacey’s head to his, plunging his tongue into his mouth. They kissed furiously for several minutes, sucking greedily at tongues and lips, grinding together. Finally, they parted, gasping for breath, their darkened eyes locked on each other.
Jack stepped forward and tugged at Pacey’s shorts. “Take those off.” He ordered, panting.
Pacey grinned lasciviously at him. “Why should I?”
Jack wrapped his fingers around Pacey’s cock again and used it to pull him in, closing the distance between them. He placed his lips to his ears. “Because I’m going to suck your dick.” He answered, squeezing him and biting his earlobe. He gingerly pressed his friend against the counter and began to push his shorts down, sinking to his knees in front of him. Pacey looked down at him anxiously, trying to keep his breathing normal.
Jack smiled up at him and began to flick his tongue repeatedly against the sensitive skin of his head, lapping at the warm liquid that it brought forth. Holding it in place with his hand, he dragged his tongue along the shaft, coating it with moisture. Pacey flinched and gripped the countertop in response, his sighs turning to a groan as Jack took the length of him into his mouth.
The feel of Jack’s warm, wet mouth enveloping him over and over was almost unbearable to Pacey. He struggled to stay conscious. He felt Jack’s hand move up his thigh to cup his testicles and gasped, amazed at the difference in sensation that Jack’s movements created. It wasn’t as if he’d never gotten head before; he knew how good it felt, but this was completely different. He looked down at his friend’s bobbing head, his eager mouth sucking and releasing him, and wondered what the cause of his hypersensitivity was. A nagging question swam through his mind: Is it because Jack’s a guy and therefore knows what a guy would like, or is it simply because Jack is a guy? He figured it was a combination of the two, but had to admit that there was something so hot about the forbidden nature of this encounter. Pacey thought he was a man’s man, but he couldn’t deny how badly he’d wanted to feel Jack’s hands, his mouth, on him. And he couldn’t suppress his own urge to touch Jack, to feel his hardness against his hand, in his own mouth.
Jack rose to face Pacey, his right hand firmly gripping his moistened cock. “I wasn’t sure if you wanted me to finish, just yet.” He leaned forward to kiss him, their tongues tangling together briefly before Pacey sucked Jack’s into his mouth. Simultaneously, his hands went to the waist band of Jack’s shorts, pushing them and his boxer briefs down his thighs, freeing his rigid cock. He encircled it with one hand while bringing the other around to the soft flesh of Jack’s ass, pulling him closer.
Breaking from the kiss, he whispered, “I’m nowhere near finished, Jack,” against the boys lips and eased Jack’s hand off his shaft. He drew him in until their hips met, their erections softly brushing. Using both hands, Pacey brought them together, slowly stroking them both and reveling in the feel of the friction between them.
Jack growled at the sensation and brought his lips back to Pacey’s, languidly exploring his mouth with his tongue. He ran his hands lightly down his back and over his ass, squeezing the cheeks roughly. Cautiously, he dipped his fingers inside the crevice, searching for the tight muscle. Feeling him tense, he pulled back from the kiss and brushed his lips to Pacey’s ear. “Relax, Pace. I’ll be gentle.” He promised, nipping at his earlobe.
Feeling Pacey relent slightly, Jack began stroking him, running his fingers from the skin behind his testicles to the tight opening and back, coaxing him to yield completely to the sensation. Pacey’s gasping and panting began to take on a rhythm and Jack realized that he was close. He kissed him softly again as he eased a finger inside him, causing Pacey to groan loudly as he came, the hot liquid splattering Jack’s stomach and cock.
Trembling, Pacey backed away from his friend. He noticed the wetness on Jack’s stomach. “Sorry.” He said, grinning sheepishly.
“It goes with the territory, Pace.” He said, reaching for the paper towels.
“Not just for that.” He said. “You didn’t…I mean, didn’t you want to..?” He trailed off, moving closer to him.
“Actually,” Jack began, ”I was thinking we could take this upstairs.” He said, pulling his shorts back on and reaching for his tank top.
Pacey raised his eyebrows.
“I know it’s the middle of the night, but I don’t want to take a chance on Jen coming down for a snack.”
“I don’t know; Jen’s pretty open-minded.” Pacey joked, beginning to get dressed.
“I think this would definitely freak her out.”
“Is it freaking you out?” Pacey asked.
“I’m not really letting myself think about it.” He answered, taking Pacey’s hand and leading him up the stairs. They stopped outside the bathroom. “Care to join me in the shower?” Jack asked him.
Pacey smirked and pressed Jack to the door, leaning close to his face. “I don’t know that I need a shower.” He taunted softly.
“Well, you could keep me company,…wash my back.” Jack suggested.
“Your back, huh?” Pacey asked, feigning disappointment. He slid his hands down Jack’s sides to grip his erection over his shorts. “I think I’d rather focus my attention around here, if you don’t mind.”
Jack chuckled from deep within his throat. “By all means, go with your instinct.” He conceded, reaching for the doorknob behind him.
Inside the shower, Jack began to have second thoughts. He was facing directly into the hot spray, letting it blast his face and rinse off of his chest and arms. Pacey was behind him, tentatively rubbing soap into his back, kneading it into him with more force than was necessary to get him clean. It was starting to feel like a no-win situation for Jack; he desperately wanted to do this with Pacey, having had a small crush on him for a while, but he couldn’t ignore the nagging voices in his head. He could hear Tobey and his friends recounting their experiences with conflicted partners who had freaked out the next day, rushing to get away and steadfastly proclaiming their “heterosexual-ness.” He didn’t want Pacey to regret this. He didn’t want to risk developing feelings for someone he couldn’t have. Most importantly, he didn’t want it to ruin their friendship. He had to stop it now, before it got out of control. Already he could sense Pacey’s hesitation to continue touching him; his hands were no longer on his back. He must have realized his mistake.
Jack pulled his face out of the spray and started to turn around but stopped and cried out in surprise and pleasure when he felt two strong, soapy hands grasp his cock and begin stroking. Pacey’s mouth was at his ear, his tongue dipping inside, then moving down do lick up the beads of water on his cheek and neck. He sucked and bit at Jack’s neck and shoulder, bringing one hand to his ass, smoothing the lather over his cheeks and sliding it sideways into the crease, hardening in reaction to Jack’s shudder.
Jack reached back with his arm and wrapped it around Pacey, holding him there. He gasped as he felt the hand that Pacey had been rubbing his ass with replaced by his erection. It slid easily within the fissure from its own wetness and rubbed against the taut flesh. Jack turned his head to the side and drew Pacey into a kiss, greedily sucking his tongue into his mouth and moaning. He covered the hand that Pacey was using to hold his hip with his own and guided it back to his crease, slipping it under Pacey’s cock. He pressed Pacey’s fingers to the clenched muscle there, silently urging him to penetrate it. Pacey complied, easily sliding first one, then two fingers in and out, matching it to the speed at which he stroked Jack’s shaft.
The moan Jack released into his mouth electrified Pacey and he broke off the kiss, finding Jack’s ear again with his lips.
“I want to fuck you, Jack,” he murmured, his voice gravelly with lust. “Can I?” When he felt Jack’s erection jerk in his hand and saw him nod in response, he withdrew his plunging fingers and brought his drenched cock back to the opening, cautiously pushing into him.
The mere sight of the head of his shaft disappearing into Jack’s ass almost drove Pacey over the edge. He fought to hold himself back, instead concentrating on Jack’s cock, slowly twisting his wrist as he pulled the skin up and back. He sank further into him, groaning as the tightness and heat grasped him, driving him to push deeper.
Jack grunted and bent forward slightly as Pacey penetrated him, allowing his friend to bury himself completely. The familiar combination of pleasure and pain wracked his body as Pacey withdrew and then slowly moved into him again, beginning to set a rhythm and synchronizing it with his hands strokes. He felt himself adjusting to the thickness and length of Pacey’s cock, now deriving gratification from the smooth, repetitive thrusting. For a second, he thought about Tobey, remembering their few encounters. Guilt pushed it aside, though he couldn’t help but wonder if Pacey was thinking about Joey now.
Pacey panted, teetering on the edge of climax. “Oh…Jack.” He gasped, pulling himself out, the milky liquid shooting out onto the tiles. The sound of Pacey whispering his name caused Jack to come at that moment, too, and he stroked himself feverishly as he emptied his cock into the tub.
They stood there and let the water rinse them off for a moment, barely noticing that it had chilled considerably due to the length of their shower. Pacey shut off the tap and drew Jack into a kiss, his hands tangling in the wet hair at the back of his head. They toweled off and tiptoed past Jen’s room into the master bedroom. Jack got under the covers and looked over at his friend uncertainly. Pacey was lingering by the door, fidgeting with the knob, and Jack suspected that he was going to leave.
“I understand that your weirded out. It’s cool if you want to go.” He said softly.
Pacey looked at him, chuckling softly. “I’m just making sure the lock works.” He explained, his eyes dancing and a sinister grin creeping across his face. Satisfied that Jen was not going to discover anything she didn’t want to see, he walked over to the bed, dropping the towel from his waist before climbing in beside him.
“Pacey, maybe we should-“
“Jack, we’re both tired. And we have a lot of cleaning to do tomorrow. We will talk about this, I promise. I’m not going to run away from you.” Pacey said, cutting him off.
Satisfied with this, Jack smiled and hugged Pacey’s head to his chest. “Yeah, you should get some rest. You’re the one who’s cleaning the shower.” He joked.
“I think that might be a two man job.” He protested, running his hand under the covers, seeking out Jack’s cock. Grasping it softly, he felt it harden almost instantly within his hand. “What do you think?” He asked, stroking him lightly.
“Nope, just you.” Jack argued breathily as Pacey’s head disappeared beneath the covers and he felt his lips pressing against his erection. He pushed the covers back to watch as Pacey took him in his mouth, the wetness inside bathing him, causing him to harden even more.
Suddenly, cruelly, Pacey's mouth released him and he looked up at Jack, his eyes pleading. “Jack?” He asked, snaking his tongue out to lash at the rigid shaft.
"Okay, okay, we’ll both clean the bathroom." He acquiesced, sighing in relief when Pacey’s warm, wet mouth surrounded him again. “I just hope that lock works.”