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Tru Luv Fanfiction |
Domestic Bliss
by: Rolymurp
Jack woke up slowly the next morning, keeping his eyes closed as long as he could, trying to stay in the moment. He was acutely aware of a body resting beneath his head and realized that Pacey had not sneaked out in the middle of the night. He felt an arm around his back and sighed. He was finally about to open his eyes when he realized where his own arm was and paused, surprised. He had his arm draped across Pacey’s torso, but his hand was curled around the other boy’s very erect cock.
He wasn’t sure whether to laugh or be mortified. It was an odd way to sleep with someone, to say the least. Slowly, he loosened his grip and turned to look up at Pacey, wondering if he’d feel it in his sleep. Seeing his closed eyes, Jack sighed again in relief, grateful that his amorous actions, unconscious as they were, had gone unnoticed.
“What are you doing?” Pacey asked, his mouth turning half up in a smirk, his eyes still shut.
Jack reddened with embarrassment and rolled away from him. “I…uh, nothing.” He stammered.
Pacey languidly opened his eyes and looked at him. “Didn’t feel like nothing.” He remarked, glancing down at the rise in the blanket his erection was causing. He looked back at Jack. “I had no idea you were such a tease, Jack.” He quipped.
Jack’s face broke into a lewd grin. “If that’s a challenge, Witter, I just may take it.” He threatened.
Pacey opened his arms. “I double dog dare you.” He leered.
Jack raised his eyebrows and playfully dove at him, rolling him over as they kissed. His shoulder hit the night stand and they heard something clatter to the floor.
“Shit, my watch.” Jack said, pulling back from the kiss and looking toward the floor.
“I’m sure it’s fine, Jack.” Pacey said, smiling. He looked down at him and noticed an expression of horror marring his features. “What’s the matter?” He asked.
Jack swallowed and met Pacey’s questioning gaze. “It’s 11:30.”
“So?” Pacey asked, confused.
“So I don’t think even Jen can sleep for twelve hours. Which means she’s up, and she’s probably noticed that you’re not in your room and my door is locked.” He explained, getting up and pulling on his shorts.
“Okay, so she may have put two and two together. What’s the big deal?”
“I can’t believe you just asked me that! You know what the big deal is. She’s going to freak out about this.”
“Maybe.” Pacey said. “Or maybe she’s going to be completely cool with it.” He climbed out of the bed and began to get dressed. “I really think you’re underestimating her.”
“Look at it this way: We haven’t even had a chance to figure out how we feel about this. I don’t think it’s very nice to force her to think about it.”
Pacey sighed and started for the door.
“Wait!” Jack shouted. “We should think of something to tell her first. Something to explain this.”
“You can think of something. I’m not in the mood to lie right now. I’ll just nod along with whatever you say.” Pacey said opening the door.
They walked down the hall, stopping outside Jen’s open door and noticing the neatly made bed.
“Strike one.” Jack said, grimacing. Pacey ignored him and went downstairs.
Jack lingered on the landing, still trying to think of a credible reason for Pacey to have slept in his room. His mind was blank, though, and he found himself unable to think about anything but the unconcerned attitude that Pacey was sporting. It was both confusing and annoying to him. How could he not care if people found out? Jack was baffled. He was supposed to be the relaxed one. He was the gay one, after all, and the things that happened last night could hardly be considered out-of-character for him.
“Jack?” He was brought out of his thoughts by Pacey’s voice. “You can come down. She’s not here.”
“What do you mean?” He asked, not moving.
“She left a note.”
Jack rushed down the stairs and into the kitchen. Pacey was standing by the island, the orange juice carton in one hand, a napkin in the other.
“What does it say?” Jack asked. Instead of answering, Pacey handed it to him. Jack scanned it briefly. “This is it?” He asked, sighing with relief. “She woke up early and went out without waking us? That’s great.”
Pacey raised an eyebrow at him. “That’s what it says, anyway.”
“You don’t believe it?” Jack asked, confused.
“I find it highly suspicious. When have you known Jen to get up early?”
“So you think she knows.” Jack asserted.
“I don’t know. The fact that she got up and left makes me think that she might know something. But, even if she does, I think we should just wait until she comes back, and if she asks any questions we’ll deal with it then.”
Jack nodded. “That’s fine with me.” He said enthusiastically, not sharing Pacey’s skepticism. To him, the note was proof enough that Jen was in the dark about things.
“So, what do you want to do after breakfast?” Pacey asked.
Jack thought for a moment. He knew they should probably talk, but the last thing he wanted to do was start a conversation that might be interrupted. He also wasn’t sure if he really wanted to know why last night had happened. Maybe if they just let it go, they could chalk it up to random experimentation and that way they could get through the week, and the rest of the year, with their friendship intact. “I want to see if there’s a ladder in the garage. There’s a sliding glass door in my bedroom that’s boarded up on the outside; it opens onto a balcony. I figured we could climb up from the outside and take it down, see what’s up there. Is that okay with you?”
Pacey took a swallow from the orange juice and handed it to Jack, rolling his eyes slightly. “Whatever.” He said, shaking his head.
The area of the balcony covered the entire back part of the house. Jack and Pacey found a matching table-and-chairs patio set in the garage, complete with a large umbrella, which they assumed was to go up there. They climbed the metal ladder they also found in the garage and hoisted themselves over the painted wooden railing. Pacey walked straight to the doors and began prying the nails from the plywood over the doorway, while Jack headed for the tarp in the corner that was covering something large.
“What is that?” Pacey asked.
“Probably just more furniture they couldn’t put in the garage for some reason.” He answered, picking up the green plastic to peer underneath. He started to chuckle.
“Funny looking furniture?”
“Not quite.” Jack answered, meeting Pacey’s curious gaze. “It seems that Uncle John had the good sense to purchase the ideal Spring Break accessory right before he died.”
“Huh?” Pacey asked, walking over to him. A large grin spread across his face. “A hot tub. Cool.” He pronounced.
It was a fairly large tub, one that could comfortably fit six people, Jack guessed. It was empty, though, and the plastic interior needed to be cleaned. It actually looked as if it had never been used. Jack figured that his great uncle had bought it not long before his death last spring, probably planning to use it that summer.
He helped Pacey finish prying off the wood, strenuously trying not to think about the night before in the shower. It was difficult; he’d ignored the memory all morning, but the discovery of the hot tub, the idea of more ‘water sports,’ were forcing him to remember how amazing it had been. He watched Pacey out of the corner of his eye, grunting and sweaty, struggling with the rusty nails, and wanted nothing more than to pin him to the door and kiss him again. He closed his eyes against the urge, especially since Pacey still seemed irritated with him for being worried about Jen.
“Earth to Jack?” Pacey said, staring pointedly at him.
Jack opened his eyes and looked up at him. “I’m sorry, what?”
Pacey smirked at him. “I think we can pull it off now.”
They removed the plywood and opened the unlocked glass door, stepping into the bedroom.
“I guess I’ll get some stuff to clean the tub.” Jack said.
“I’ll go find the hose and bring it up the ladder. Maybe we can have the whole thing set up when Jen gets back.” Pacey suggested. “Might take her mind off any lingering suspicions.” He said sarcastically, his smile tight.
Jack let out a strained laugh in response. He still didn’t get the hostility coming from Pacey, but he didn’t feel like arguing.
Twenty minutes later the tub was clean and water was filling it. They carried three of the chairs and the table upstairs to put them out and sat down, tired from all the lifting.
Pacey drained half of a soda and noisily placed the can on the table. Jack looked up at the sound and saw that Pacey was staring at him.
“What?” Jack asked.
“Are we ever going to talk about it?”
“You want to talk now?”
“When did you have in mind? I mean, we’re alone here, for the moment.”
“I guess, but Jen could be back any time.”
“We’ll hear and see the car, Jack.” Pacey sighed, exasperated. “I don’t get it. You’re the one who was so gung-ho about dealing with this last night, and yet you’ve been trying to avoid this conversation all morning.”
“When have I avoided it?” Jack asked, defensive but fully aware that it was true.
“I’m sure that the boarded-up door problem had to be solved first thing.” Pacey stated, sarcasm dripping from his tone.
Jack looked at the floor. “Fine. You’re right. I don’t want to talk about it, okay? I think, for our sake and the sake of our friends, that we should just leave it where it is.” Oblivious to Pacey’s wounded expression, he continued. “It was fun…and exciting, but I think we both know it was wrong.” He finished.
“So you regret it.” Pacey ascertained.
“Don’t you?” Jack asked, still unwilling to meet Pacey’s gaze.
“No, I don’t.” Pacey answered sadly. Jack looked up, surprised. “I thought that was pretty clear from the way I behaved this morning.”
“Pacey, I-“
“Let me say this, okay?” Pacey asked, interrupting him. “What happened last night didn’t come out of nowhere, Jack. It’s something that I’ve been struggling with for a while. It’s part of the reason I broke up with Joey.”
“Do you think you’re gay?” Jack asked gently.
“I don’t know. I don’t think so.” He rubbed his temples. “It’s not like I’ve been thinking about men or attracted to men…It’s just you.” He said. “I kept catching myself thinking about you. Having dreams about you.”
Jack grinned. “Dreams? Those are nothing. Jen has dreams about me all the time,” he joked, trying to lighten the mood.
Pacey looked up in shock and laughed softly. “Okay, but Jen’s not in what’s supposed to be a completely love-filled and satisfying relationship, is she?”
“No, I guess she’s not.”
“Well, I am. Or I was. The fact is that I’m attracted to you, Jack. I have been for a while. This isn’t a situation where I was feeling lonely and hard up and you wandered into the kitchen and I pounced on you because you were there. It’s something I’ve thought about,” he explained.
“You mean you were waiting for me?” Jack asked, confused.
“Not really. I wasn’t expecting you to come downstairs. But you were the reason I couldn’t sleep last night. I was up thinking about you; trying to figure out what the hell to do.”
“And then I walked in and interrupted your deliberation.”
“Yeah.” Pacey said. “In a way, you actually made my decision for me. I couldn’t come to any conclusions that made sense; I was thinking about leaving because I didn’t think I could spend a week with you and not do or say something really stupid. And then you stepped through the doorway and you were standing in front of me, half-naked, and I noticed the way you looked at me and I started to think that maybe the idea of being with you wasn’t so impossible. That’s why it happened.”
“So it wasn’t some experimental impulse.” Jack said.
“No. It wasn’t because I wanted to see what a guy is like; it was because I wanted to be with you.” He finished, hesitantly raising his eyes to meet Jack’s gaze. Jack looked back at him evenly. He reached across the table and took Pacey’s hand into his own.
“I’m sorry I tried to blow it off. I just don’t want to be someone who helps you figure out that you don’t really like boys. I don’t want to put our friendship or my sister’s feelings on the line for something that doesn’t even exist. And I don’t want to let myself develop feelings for you that are going to become irrelevant if and when you go back to Joey.” Jack stated.
“I’m not using you to determine what my sexuality is, Jack. I kissed you last night because it felt right to me. It just so happens that it still feels right today. And I don’t think that I’m going to somehow magically change back into whoever I was a few months ago, leaving you hurt and confused.
I don’t know what to say about Joey. I’ve loved her for so long that I can’t imagine what my life will be like without her. Then again, I can’t imagine going back to her after...” He let the statement linger. “I’m sorry, Jack. I just don’t have any real answers for you right now.”
“I appreciate you being honest with me, Pacey.” Jack said, sighing. He wasn’t sure of what he had been hoping to hear. Maybe a solemn promise that he wouldn’t get back together with Joey as soon as they hit Capeside. Maybe a declaration about his sexual orientation. Both would have been nice, actually. But neither was coming today, Jack knew. And he knew that he should probably put a stop to whatever might be starting between the two of them, before it got any more serious.
“I’ll always tell you the truth, Jack. I’m not going to hide anything about how I’m feeling from you. This is too important.”
Jack examined Pacey’s face, not sure what he was talking about. “What’s too important? This ‘awakening’ that you’re having?” He asked.
Pacey smiled and brought a hand to Jack’s head, curling his fingers in the short hair at the back of his neck. “No. You, Jack. You’re too important to me,” he answered, leaning in to kiss him.
Jack reveled in the feel of Pacey’s willing lips against his own. He opened his mouth slightly to let Pacey’s tongue slide along his, sighing at the feel of him. There was no hesitation in Pacey’s actions, not even the slightest indication that he was unsure of what he was doing. He broke from the kiss and stood, pulling Jack up to him, placing kisses on his jaw line and neck, his hands moving to pull his hips in as his lips made their way back to his. Their tongues met again in the heat between their mouths, stroking each other harshly as they fought for dominance, mimicking the roughness of the way their hips began to grind together.
They parted, panting, at the sound of a car coming up the driveway. The silver Saab parked next to the house and they watched Jen climb out and open the trunk.
Pacey pulled Jack into the bedroom and slid the door closed, pressing Jack against it.
“We should go help her,” Jack suggested, weakly. Pacey nodded but still moved to kiss him again, his hand traveling down the length of Jack’s chest and cupping the hardness at his crotch.
“We will,” Pacey whispered between kisses. “Just promise me that this will be available to me later.” He squeezed Jack’s erection through his jeans to punctuate his request.
Jack moaned and kissed him back. “I promise. Whatever you want to do with it,” he said, reluctantly pushing Pacey from him and straightening his clothes. Pacey smiled drowsily at him, struggling to correct his breathing.
“I’ll help her with the bags, you check on the tub,” he said, heading down the hall.
Outside, Jack leaned over the half-filled tub and listened to Jen giggling at something Pacey said. He wondered how he was going to get through the rest of the day with the promise of later on his mind.
Jen put her coke in the cup holder and sighed. “I don’t want to get out. It’s too cold,” she whined, sinking down to submerge her shoulders.
“Look, you throw on a towel and run in the house. You’ll be fine,” Jack assured her.
Jen narrowed her eyes at Jack. “You tryin’ to get rid of me?” She asked, coyly.
Jack paled and Pacey suddenly became focused on the label of his soda can. “What are you talking about?” Jack asked, his voice quavering.
Pacey snorted at the fear in Jack’s voice. “I think he’s just making sure you don’t neglect your guest, Jen.” He explained, gesturing toward the house.
She looked in the direction that Dave had just gone. He was one of the guys they’d seen on the ferry who she’d met in town that morning. After a long lunch during which he’d charmed her with his shyness and slightly scruffy good looks, she’d invited him to the house for dinner. He’d hit it off with the guys and stayed for the tub, but he wanted to get back to his friends, who he felt he was neglecting. He’d left to change back into his clothes only a moment earlier. Jen raised an eyebrow and tilted her head at Pacey. Though she’d been planning on getting out anyway, to see Dave out, it amusing her to tease the two of them. She wasn’t completely oblivious to the gazes the two had been sharing all night. She just wondered if it would be best to tell them that she knew or keep pretending to be in the dark.
“Oh, you’re just trying to keep me from being rude, Jack? How sweet. Because I just assumed that the two of you wanted some time alone.”
“What are you talking about?” Pacey asked, shaking his head.
“You know, I spent most of the morning contemplating whether I should say anything to you. I wasn’t going to, but I can’t ignore what’s happening right in front of me.”
“Jen, nothing’s happening. I’m sure that you just misinterpreted something.” Jack said.
“No, I didn’t misinterpret you and Pacey being together last night. Admittedly, I don’t know all the details, and I don’t really want to, I just think that you should know that I am aware of it, okay?”
“So we were up talking late last night. I don’t think you need to jump to any conclusions.” Pacey said.
“Talking.” Jen repeated, the start of a grin creeping across her features. “Tell me, Pacey, what kind of conversation did the two of you need to have in the shower that shares a wall with my bedroom?” She let the question hang in the air between them. “And do the two of you traditionally communicate by grunting?”
Pacey couldn’t hold back the laughter that came from his throat. He dropped his head into his hands, busted.
Jack looked mortified as Jen met his gaze. “I don’t care what the two of you are doing. I’m not in any position to judge you. I just hope that you’ve thought this through, because I’m not going to spend the rest of the year nursing anyone’s broken heart,” she stated, looking pointedly at Jack.
“Nobody’s going to-“ Jack began.
“Like I said, I’m fine with this. I’m happy for you, if you’re happy with each other. Just don’t be stupid about it.”
They nodded at her admonition.
“I’m spending tomorrow with my guest, so you two will have to find your own ways to keep busy. Again.” She said, climbing out of the tub and wrapping a towel around herself. “I’m going to see him out and go to bed. Maybe I’ll see you two in the morning?” She stepped through the door and shut it behind her, leaving them alone.
Pacey chuckled at her departing form and looked over at Jack, who was hunched over and rubbing his forehead.
“What’s wrong?” He asked.
“I just, I don’t know if I can deal with this. With Jen,” he explained.
“What’s to deal with? She just gave us her blessing.”
“Kind of.” Jack said. “I think I’d just feel better if no one knew.”
Pacey drifted across the tub to sit next to him. He looked up at him sadly, jutting his lower lip out in an exaggeration of pouting. “Are you ashamed of me, Jack?”
“Shut up. You know that’s not it.” Jack laughed, pushing him away. “I can’t get over how much you don’t care.”
“Of course I care, Jack. I don’t want Jen to feel weird around us. I sure as hell don’t want her running back to Capeside and announcing over the loudspeaker that the two of us ‘discovered’ each other on Spring Break. But you and I both know that that’s not going to happen. If anyone can handle this sort of thing, it’s her.”
Jack reluctantly nodded in agreement, sighing as he felt Pacey’s hand glide along his submerged abdomen.
“Now that that’s settled, I’d like to remind you of a promise that you made to me a few hours ago.” Pacey said, pulling Jack’s back against his chest and licking at the droplets of water on his neck.
“Mmmm…remind away.” Jack said, his own hands reaching under the bubbling water for Pacey’s thighs.
Pacey’s hand made it’s way down to Jack’s trunks and began to stroke him over the fabric. He nipped at Jack’s shoulder and used his free arm to pull Jack tight against him, rubbing his own erection against his ass. He moved his hand up off his cock to slide it beneath the waistband of his shorts, gripping him roughly and running his thumb over the tip.
Jack groaned at the sensation and turned to face Pacey, straddling his lap, thrusting his needy tongue into his mouth.
Pacey dipped both hands below the elastic of Jack’s shorts and clutched his ass, drawing him closer. “I don’t think you really need those shorts, Jack.” He commented between kisses.
Jack murmured into his mouth as he stood in front of him, allowing Pacey to strip him and bring him back to his lap without breaking from the kiss. Pacey stroked him slowly with one hand, occasionally reaching down to caress his balls. His other hand drifted over his back and down again to his ass, smoothing over his cheeks and into the crevice there.
Jack shuddered at the contact and moaned softly as Pacey’s fingers slid over the area, brushing the back of his testicles and coming back up to linger over the tight entrance. Delicately, he plunged a finger inside him, copying the slow pace at which he stroked him.
Gasping with pleasure, Jack turned his head to press his cheek against Pacey’s as he felt another finger join the first.
“Jack?” Pacey whispered not stopping his movements.
“Yeah?” He panted in response.
“What I’m doing right now…it feels good to you?”
“Is that a joke?”
“And it felt good in the shower…when it…when it wasn’t my hand?” He asked, not sure how to phrase the questions he had.
Jack pulled back to face him. “It felt amazing, Pacey. It feels amazing.” He answered, stroking Pacey’s cheek with his fingertips.
“Oh.” Pacey whispered, somewhat dazed.
Jack stilled Pacey’s hands under the water. “Do you want me to do it to you?” He asked, sincerely, trying to hold the other boy’s bewildered gaze.
“I, uh…I don’t know.” He breathed.
Rising to his feet, Jack leaned over him and found the waistband of his swimsuit. Pacey lifted his hips to let Jack undress him and looked up at him, anxious and embarrassed.
“Come here.” Jack whispered, pulling him to his feet in the center of the tub. The water barely hit their hips and Pacey couldn’t help shivering. He stared down at the churning water, his teeth chattering audibly. Jack folded his arms around him, pulling him in to kiss him.
Pacey kissed him tentatively for a moment before drawing back. “It’s pretty cold.” He commented, avoiding Jack’s eyes.
Wordlessly, Jack moved to his knees, stopping to track kisses along Pacey’s chest and stomach. He lapped at the droplets that clung to his navel, his hands tightly gripping his hips. Pacey trembled in response and knelt down, too, moaning as the nearly scorching water enveloped him up to his shoulders.
Jack quickly covered Pacey’s mouth with his own, the intensity of his arousal destroying his patience. He eased his hands down Pacey’s pecs to his groin, encircling his erection with one hand and cupping his balls with the other. He felt and heard Pacey groan again and a surge of electricity coursed through him, causing his own erect cock to jerk into Pacey’s. He brought them together as Pacey had done the night before, noting the difference in feeling that the bubbling liquid made.
“Not so cold now, huh?” He remarked, nipping at Pacey’s jaw line.
Pacey laughed softly in response and brought his hands down near Jack’s, running his fingertips over the other boy’s abdomen. Jack slowed his own actions and reached for Pacey’s hands, drawing them to their mingling shafts, indicating that he should continue what Jack had started. Pacey obliged him, stroking their cocks together leisurely as he pressed his lips to Jack’s.
Slowly and cautiously, Jack skimmed his hands along Pacey’s sides and over the smooth flesh of his ass. He let his fingers linger near the crevice, waiting for any objection or sign of tension, sighing to himself in relief when there was none. Encouraged by the lack of reaction, he slid his hand sideways into the crease, reaching underneath him with his fingertips until he felt Pacey’s balls. Mimicking Pacey’s earlier movements, he ran his hand back and forth over the skin, eliciting a gasp from him. He stilled his hand, his fingertips brushing against the tight entrance.
Feeling Pacey stiffen, Jack brought his lips to his ears. “It’s okay, Pace. I’m not gonna hurt you.”
Pacey shivered again, this time from something other than the cold. “I know, I’m just not…” He trailed off, not really sure what he was trying to say.
Jack brought his free hand to Pacey’s head, pulling him into a kiss as he began to stroke the flesh around the tight opening, coaxing him to relax. He felt some tension leave him and carefully pressed a finger inside him, sluggishly dipping it in and out, giving him time to adjust to the sensation. Pacey responded by stroking their cocks faster, his kisses become more fervid and hungry.
Bolstered by this, Jack easily slid a second finger inside Pacey, matching the rhythm at which he stroked them. Pacey grunted and broke off from Jack’s kiss, slowing his hands as he met Jack’s gaze.
“Are you okay?” Jack whispered, worried that he’d hurt him somehow.
Pacey smiled. “I’m fine, I…” he chuckled to himself. “I’m, um, close and I didn’t know if…” He trailed off again, looking down shyly.
“Oh.” Jack said, not sure how to ask the question he had. He found that despite everything that had happened between them, he wasn’t entirely comfortable talking to Pacey about sex. A fear of sudden rejection, or revulsion, was still there.
“Ah, fuck it.” Pacey suddenly exclaimed. “Do you want to have sex with me, Jack? Because I’m…Well, I’m curious, I guess. And if you want to-“
“Of course I want to.” Jack insisted, cutting him off. “I just don’t want it to be something you feel like you owe me.” He explained.
Pacey looked at him, confused.
“Obviously, that’s not the case.” Jack stated, smiling as he leaned toward him.
They kissed lightly for a moment, their hands drifting over each other under the water. Pacey tugged softly at Jack’s cock, simultaneously nipping at his lower lip. Jack’s hand found Pacey’s ass again, easing between his cheeks again and teasing the taut muscle between them.
Jack pulled back from Pacey’s mouth, kissing his cheek, his ear and his neck as he deftly steered him around. They moved closer to the side and Pacey braced himself on the bench, tensing up as he felt Jack lean over him.
Jack first hand continued kneading him, the other one moving to grip his cock, stroking it slowly as he pressed his fingers back into him. Pacey gasped at the motions and Jack maneuvered himself so that his erection rubbed against him, brushing his inner thighs and balls. Delicately, he withdrew his hand and placed his cock at the small opening.
He pressed into him slowly, making short, shallow thrusts and echoing them with his hand on Pacey’s shaft. Finally sensing Pacey’s tightness abate around him, he pushed deeper inside, completely burying his length.
Pacey grunted as he felt Jack’s thickness within him, confused and aroused at the mixture of the sensations. There was a certain amount of discomfort at feeling someone inside him that way, but it was overpowered by the surprisingly soothing nature of Jack’s repetitive thrusting. His body was already loosening to accommodate him, the slight pain disappearing entirely. He let out a quiet moan as Jack leaned over him, pressing his chest to his back and kissing his neck.
“Good?” Jack asked, panting into his ear as he sped up his movements, driving himself into Pacey with more enthusiasm, growing more turned on by the apparent pleasure it was giving him.
Pacey moaned again in response and replaced Jack’s hand on his shaft with his own. He sensed from the pattern of Jack’s breathing, the short gasps and groans, that he was close to climax and began pumping himself feverishly to catch up.
Jack clutched Pacey’s hips tightly, holding him still as he drew back and stood over him, watching in near amazement as he entered him over and over again. All at once he was hit by the enormity of the situation, that he was actually having sex with Pacey, and it drove him over the edge. He pulled himself out quickly as the orgasm surged through him.
Pacey came then, too, gasping as he spent himself and sinking back to his knees on the tub floor. He paused there to catch his breath, sighing as Jack wrapped his arms around him from behind and pulled him to his chest.
They stayed on their knees awhile, Pacey leaning back and Jack running his fingers along Pacey’s arms under the water, resting his chin on his head. After a few minutes, he began to place soft kisses on Pacey’s temple and cheek, his hands coming up to frame his face as Pacey turned and kissed Jack back.
“I guess we should go in.” Pacey suggested when they parted. “I don’t think you’re really supposed to stay in these things for longer than an hour, and we’ve definitely surpassed that.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right.” He agreed, reaching over to shut off the jets and lights. They climbed out, shivering, and quickly wrapped themselves in towels. Jack hurriedly pulled the thick vinyl cover over the tub and followed Pacey into the bedroom.
They changed into shorts and tee-shirts, the shock from the cold air outside obliterating any intention they may have had to sleep in the buff again. Under the covers, Jack pulled Pacey onto his chest, lightly scratching his back under his shirt. He reached over to shut off the light with his other hand and kissed the top of Pacey’s head.
“Goodnight, Pace.” He whispered.
“’Night.” Pacey responded, gently kissing the spot between his pecs. He placed his ear back on Jack’s chest and listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Within minutes, he could hear his breathing fall into a pattern as Jack effortlessly drifted off to sleep.
How did he do that, Pacey wondered jealously. He knew that sleep would be a long way off for him tonight if he couldn’t stop all of the thoughts that were swirling around in his head. It didn’t make sense to him; he’d done this with Jack the night before and dropped right off when the time came, but tonight the experience seemed to be crowding his mind, forcing him to figure it all out. But what the hell was there to figure out? He’d had another evening of incredible sex with Jack, and he still didn’t feel as though it was just something he was getting out of his system. The question was what to do about it when they returned home. There was a forbidden quality to this situation that he knew would be lost if everyone became aware of it. It was part of what had made everything so hot, so intense, the first night.
Pacey could feel that aura still surrounding them, notwithstanding Jen’s discovery. What they were doing would seem so crazy and so wrong to everyone else, he doubted anyone would believe it if they didn’t see it with their own eyes. It was crazy. It was so completely at odds with who he was, or at least the person he thought he presented to others. Pacey Witter charmed a thirty-something year old woman into bed, he treated his girlfriend like a princess, he knew exactly what to say to any girl in any situation. But he didn’t fuck guys, and he sure as hell didn’t get fucked by them. Christ, he’d teased Doug for years about his ambiguous sexuality. Had that just been projection, or transference, or some other psychological mechanism to avoid examining his own tendencies?
Of course, he couldn’t be sure that he even had tendencies. All that he seemed to have was a very strong affinity for Jack. He’d never felt any sort of attraction for Dawson, or any other guy for that matter, and he knew that girls still turned him on. So what the hell does that make me? He assumed that there wasn’t a blanket term for it. He wished he could come up with some concrete way to assess it, just so he could tell Jack. That was the real problem. Even if Jack was enjoying their being together, he probably wouldn’t accept Pacey’s ambiguity forever; he was going to want an answer before they faced the rest of the world. And Pacey didn’t want to lie to him, but he was fairly certain that the truth, vague as it was, wouldn’t be satisfying enough.
Jack’s soft snoring drew him out of his thoughts and he looked up at the peaceful expression that was on his face. This is ridiculous, he suddenly pronounced to himself. We have the whole rest of the week to talk it to death, and Jen’s not going to interfere. That was all that was to it, really. They’d take the next few days as they came, and somehow, he was sure, it would all start to make sense.
“Looks like another early morning jaunt with the boy-toy.” Jack pronounced, standing in the kitchen next to the island, holding up another napkin-note from Jen.
“Yeah, and after all that ‘see you in the morning’ talk last night. Wonder what changed her mind?” Pacey commented, leaning against the counter.
“Maybe she heard you groaning in the hot tub.” Jack suggested, smiling broadly and nodding.
Pacey sneered, shaking his head. “You’re just so pleased with yourself, aren’t you? I’m surprised you aren’t preening and strutting.”
“Give me a minute; it’s still early.”
“I don’t know how I feel about this self-satisfied, confident Jack. I think I liked you better when you were nervous and insecure.”
“Too bad. I left that version of me somewhere on the balcony. You’re gonna have to get used to a personality almost as obnoxious as your own for the next few days.” He explained, walking over to Pacey and wrapping his arms around his waist.
Pacey cocked his head and met Jack’s gaze. “If you make me breakfast, I can get used to anything.”
Pacey glanced down the beach to where Jack appeared to be throwing rocks into the waves and shook his head. He leaned down to pick up the wood at his feet and stepped clumsily toward his friend.
“Hey, Jack! Think you can put down the skipping stones long enough to help me carry this to the house?” He groused.
Jack shielded his eyes from the afternoon sun to regard the irritated figure coming toward him. “Now why the hell would I want to do that?” He teased.
Pacey chucked the wood in his direction, leaning forward to rest his hands on his knees as he caught his breath. “Because you told me you would, and instead you’ve been staring into the surf for the last half hour?”
“Not true.” Jack argued. “I’ve also been rock hunting.”
“Well, whatever the hell you’ve been doing, can you stop?”
“It’s not even that cold, Pace. Do you really need to make a fire?”
“Of course I don’t need to. I just want to. Jen bought marshmallows yesterday, what else are we going to do with them.”
“Toast them on the stove burner, like I do at home?”
Pacey bent down to pick up a few of the pieces of driftwood. “Great idea. It’s just too bad that the stove is electric. You kind of need an open flame for this.”
“Oh. I knew that.” Jack joked.
“Sure. Look, just pick up the rest of this and we’ll put it on that rack by the porch. Then we can…figure out something to do for the rest of the afternoon.” He said, raising his eyebrows.
“Well, when you put it that way, I’m suddenly a lot more interested in carrying this stuff.” Jack agreed.
“So, you wanna race me to the house?” Pacey asked, devilishly grinning over at him as he took a runner’s stance.
Smirking, Jack walked up behind Pacey and pulled his hips tightly to him, pressing his erection against his ass. He leaned over him and bit his earlobe softly. “I wasn’t really thinking about the house at all, Pace.” He whispered, darting his tongue out to taste the salty skin of his ear. He slid a hand down from Pacey’s hip to graze the front of his jeans, brushing his hardened cock through the denim.
Pacey sighed, sinking into him, and tossed the wood out in front of him. He turned quickly and embraced Jack, careful to hold his hand in place, pushing against his palm. He reached around to place a firm hand on Jack’s ass, drawing him in and kissing him roughly.
Jack brought both hands to Pacey’s waist, impatiently struggling with the button on his jeans, unzipping them only halfway before plunging his hand under the fabric to stroke his skin. Pacey gasped at the contact and threw his head back, welcoming Jack’s eager kisses at his throat. His own hands dipped under the back of Jack’s khakis, skimming over his cheeks. He found Jack’s mouth again and greedily sucked his tongue into his mouth, running his own against its liquid softness.
“Maybe,” he breathed. “Maybe we should take this inside.”
“Worried about the public display?” Jack asked, pulling back slightly.
Pacey smiled again. “No, I was actually thinking about the hot tub.” He admitted, refastening his pants.
Jack started to chuckle, reaching forward to grab Pacey’s collar, twisting it as he dragged him close again. “I think I like that idea.”
Pacey slung an arm over his shoulder and they turned toward the house, giggling like mischievous kids. They were brought up short, however, by the sight of a large, black truck in the driveway.
Jack furrowed his brow. “That Dave guy drives a Wrangler, right?”
“That’s not his car.” Pacey stated, quickly dropping his arm and putting some distance between them.
“Maybe it’s one of his friends?” Jack suggested as a fair-haired boy emerged from the driver’s side.
“It’s Dawson, Jack.”
Jack noted the flat tone of Pacey’s voice and glanced back at him, confused when his expression changed to one of shock. He followed Pacey’s gaze to the passenger side of the Navigator, and the person who’d just climbed down from the seat.
“Looks like he brought a friend.” Jack commented, unable to keep the distress out of his voice as he watched Joey spot them and start walking in their direction.
“Yeah.” Pacey whispered, stepping ahead of Jack to greet their friends.
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