Disclaimer: I don't own Dawson's Creek or any of its characters.
Author's Note: Thanks to the following for reading and reviewing my story: Gypsy, Giuliana, justagirl, alysa, Aubrey, Abagail Snow, Cesare, roundin3rd, Molly, kelcb26, annie, dwscreekfreak, Vale, *~)TINK(~*, Vera, Annie, Pacey-Luver, FinallyPJ, and SmOgLoViNg. I appreciate the comments and constructive criticism. You guys rock!!!
Author's Note: A change in rating for this chapter. If you don't like to read smut, then skip the last little bit. So, this chapter is NC-17 for some sexual content. You have been warned. ************************************************************************
"Pacey J. Witter, you better get your ass out of my sister's room this instant!" screeched Bessie at the top of her lungs.
Pacey's eyes flew open. It took him a second to register as to where he was. He noticed Joey's sleeping form in front of him. He smiled as he recalled the make-out session they had had last night. He did actually try to leave her room, but was it his fault that with one look that Joey could makes all of his resistance crumble? He scratched his head as he detached his arm from Joey and walked into the Potter's kitchen. "Morning, Bessie," he said with a yawn as he opened the refrigerator.
"Pacey, I told you to stay out of Joey's room at night! Do you just choose to ignore me?" she asked.
"Well, Bess, it's a funny story..." he started.
"I don't want to hear it. You two were allowed to have that first night together. But then we agreed that if you were going to stay here temporarily, you would take the couch. Oh, and also with the temporary residence, I said temporary, not permanent. You need to head home some time," Bessie complained.
Pacey cringed at her words. It had been about two weeks since he had been staying at Joey's. He hadn't called home, and he hadn't found other arrangements. His parents did know where he was though- he had run into Doug the day after the incident took place and had him give the news to their parents. "I know," he agreed.
"I mean, if you need another few days, why don't you head over to Dawson's house?" Bessie suggested.
Once again, Pacey cringed at her words. He had also avoided Dawson at all costs. He didn't want to have to talk to him about what had happened that night. He shrugged and looked over at Bessie. "Give me another day or two and I'll find somewhere else to stay for awhile," he reasoned.
Bessie sighed. "Fine. You should be glad that I like you a bit though. I don't just let in any freeloader who stops by," she teased.
Pacey pouted. "Not even the one who happens to be dating her little sister?" he asked.
"Don't go thinking that just because you're Joey's boyfriend that you're gonna get special privileges," Bessie replied.
"Well, I've had the opportunity to deal with you for the last two weeks, so I think I'm all privileged out," Pacey shot back. He grinned as Bessie rolled her eyes and left the kitchen. He opened up a carton of milk and drank some of it. He heard someone coughing behind him. "Give me a break..." he started, expecting Bessie. He smiled at Joey who was walking over to him, her eyes half closed still.
"No drinking straight from the carton," Joey said, snatching it from his hands and putting it back into the fridge.
"Come on Jo..." he started before being cut off by Joey kissing him. He moaned as Joey plunged her tongue into his mouth. He placed his arms around her waist and lifted her up slightly from the ground. Her hands roamed around his back. He quickly whipped her around so that she was sitting on the counter. She wrapped her legs around him and moved her hands from his back to his hair. However, before either of them could continue, they were interrupted by the screech of Bessie's voice.
"Get your hands off my sister and get your ass into the shower!" she commanded. Pacey turned around sheepishly and slumped his way to the shower. Bessie gave Joey a cold look. "I expect a little more self-control in the future Joey!"
Joey was blushing hard. "I'll keep that in mind," she said as she walked over to the refrigerator.
Bessie sighed as she changed the subject. "I talked to Doug yesterday," she informed her.
Joey spun around quickly. "What did he want?" she inquired.
"He wants Pacey to go on a fishing trip with his dad, Dawson and Mitch, and maybe there was something about Jack tagging along, I'm not too sure," Bessie replied.
Joey bit on her bottom lip. "Do you think he should go?" she asked.
"Doug thinks it would be good for them to reconcile. Or if they don't, it'll give Pacey a chance to clear his head a bit," Bessie answered.
Joey nodded. "I just don't think he wants to go."
"Well, you've got a day to convince him," Bessie stated. "They're leaving at 6 a.m. sharp tomorrow."
Joey's jaw dropped. "That's a challenge," she said as she started to walk off.
Bessie stopped her. "He'll go if you talk to him. I swear, you've got him whipped," she teased. Joey just smirked at her and walked back towards her room.
***** Later on after school... *****
"What are you thinking about?" Pacey asked as he studied Joey's face.
Joey looked over at him. "Nothing," she said quietly as she shut her locker.
"I don't believe you. Joey Potter, you are without a doubt lying to me," he said as he took her hand in his and brought it to his lips. "What do you want to tell me?" he asked before he softly kissed her hand.
Joey sighed. "Well, I was talking to Bessie this morning and she said that she talked to Doug who talked to your dad and he said that he wanted to go on a fishing trip with you," Joey rambled all in one breath.
Pacey paused. "Who wants to take me fishing?" he asked.
"Your dad," Joey said.
"Ha! That's a good one Jo," Pacey said, hoping that she was just kidding. However, the honest look on her face told him that she was telling the absolute truth. "I don't want to," he said solemnly.
"Pace, I don't think you have a choice here," Joey replied.
"I do too. I don't have to go if I don't want to," Pacey spat out. They walked in silence for a few minutes, leaving the school grounds without a word.
"Don't you think that you need to talk to him?" she asked.
"I don't want to talk to him," Pacey answered.
"Why not? Maybe he wants to patch things up," Joey said.
"Maybe. But what about next time he gets drunk?" Pacey asked. "I don't want to go home."
"You're going to have to go home eventually," Joey said.
"I don't want to," Pacey replied.
"Well, where do you want to go?" Joey asked.
"I want to stay with you," he said. "But I know I can't stay forever. You'd get sick of me," he teased.
Joey smiled. "That's not possible. I could never get sick of you."
Pacey grinned. "Really?"
Joey nodded. "But, Bessie's not gonna let you stay forever. Maybe you should just go and see what he wants. And, let's not forget about Dawson either."
Pacey groaned. "He's gonna be there too?" he asked.
"Yep. You, your dad, Mitch, Dawson and Jack," Joey said.
"I don't want to go Joey," Pacey pleaded.
"I know Pacey, but you have to," Joey replied.
"Says who?" he argued.
"Me," she responded simply.
Pacey looked over at her. He hated to admit it, but he was whipped. And Joey knew she had him whipped. He decided that there was no point in arguing it any further. "Fine. But you have to properly send me off to sea," he joked.
Joey thought about what he had said. "If you're a good boy on the trip, and if you talk to both Dawson and your father, I'll gladly give you a proper welcome back," she replied seriously.
Pacey chuckled, not believing her. "Sure," he said.
Joey grinned, leaving it at that. She would just have to surprise him when he got back.
***** The next morning... *****
"You know, maybe something'll break and you'll need a man to fix it," Pacey pleaded, desperately trying to get out of the fishing trip.
"Nice try," Joey said as they reached the pier. "It's not like I want to be away from you Pace, but you don't have any options."
"I know," he replied. "I'm not promising you anything though."
"I don't care, just as long as you put in an effort," Joey said.
Before Pacey could respond, he heard his name being called. "Pacey! Say goodbye to your girlfriend and get your ass on the boat!" his father yelled.
Pacey nodded. "Duty calls," he said as he leant in to give Joey a hug. "I love you," he said as he breathed in her scent.
"I love you too," she said before pulling away to see his worried face. She kissed him softly. "It's gonna be alright Pace," she said.
Pacey just nodded and kissed her softly, just as she had done. "I'll see you tomorrow night," he said. He turned to see Dawson and Mitch walking down the pier.
"Hi Joey, hey Pace," Dawson said.
"Hi Dawson," Joey replied. Pacey just stood there. "Well, I should get going. You boys have a good time."
"We will. See you later," Dawson said as he stepped onto the boat.
Joey turned to Pacey. "That was your effort?" she asked. When she saw Pacey sigh and struggle for an explanation, she shrugged it off. "I'm sorry. Keep out of trouble, okay?" she said.
Pacey smiled. "I will," he said. "Bye," he said, squeezing her hand one last time before getting on the boat.
***** After they've set sail... *****
Pacey was gazing out onto the water. No fish yet. He had fucked up a couple of times though, which brought some choice words from his father. He had been avoiding Dawson all day. He wasn't in the mood to talk to either of them. He was lost in his thoughts when he heard somebody walking up behind him.
"Hey," the familiar voice said.
Pacey kept his gaze on the water. "Dawson," he stated simply.
"Were you planning on avoiding me all weekend?" he asked.
"You know what, I actually was contemplating it," Pacey replied.
"We need to talk about what happened the other week," Dawson tried.
"I don't want to," Pacey said.
"Please, Pacey?" Dawson asked.
Pacey looked over at him. He remembered what Joey had told him about making an effort. "Fine," he said.
"Look, I know what I said was way out of line. I was just shocked. That's all it was, shock. I know that your romantic life with Joey is private, it's just weird," Dawson began.
"Weird?" Pacey asked.
"Yeah. I can't really explain it. It was just weird. And I don't blame you for being upset with me, cause I would be too if you asked me that same thing," Dawson answered.
Pacey nodded. "Well, I'm sorry that I've been holding a bit of a grudge against you. I wasn't being fair."
Dawson shook his head. "I don't blame you for that. I just want you to know that I'm sorry," he said.
Pacey smiled. "Friends?" he asked, extending his hand.
Dawson smiled as he shook Pacey's hand. "Till death," he replied.
"Pacey! Where the hell did you go?" Pacey's dad yelled.
"Down here dad," he said.
"Where's the other fishing pole?" he yelled.
"Other side," Pacey replied.
"Why aren't they on this side, where they should be?" he asked.
"It doesn't matter what side the poles are on," Pacey argued.
"God, this is exactly why I don't give you any extra duties! You can't even do the simplest tasks!" his father complained. "Go get the poles!"
Pacey looked down at the ground. "Yes sir," he said. Talking to Dawson was easy. Talking to his father was another matter.
***** That night... *****
Pacey was sitting alone at the bar counter. He was sipping a coke, not willing to try and ask for something a little more stiff. He looked at the clock on the wall. 11:18. Joey was probably asleep by now. He looked around the bar. Dawson and Mitch had already left, both being tired from the trip. Jack was on the phone with Andie, checking in on their mom. The only other person in the bar was his dad. He was sitting down, chugging back his sixth beer.
"Pacey!" his father barked out.
"Yeah?" he asked.
"C'mere, we need to talk," his father slurred out. "Look, I know you think I'm always on your case. But, if you'd stop screwing up, I wouldn't have to yell at you."
Pacey shook his head at his father's drunken speech. "Sure Pop," he said.
"And Doug told me you're staying with that Potter girl," his father continued. "I don't want you staying with them anymore. You're probably being too much of a burden."
Pacey shook his head and looked down at the ground. "I know, Pop," he replied.
"And, you know what? I don't really want you around home anymore. You and that shitty little attitude of yours can grab all your stuff from home and haul your ass over to Doug's place," his father slurred.
"He wouldn't let me stay with him," Pacey said weakly.
"He offered to keep you for me and your mother cause you're too much trouble. So, tomorrow, you're moving out. If we survive this abomination of a fishing trip," his father rambled.
Pacey nodded. "Alright, if that's the way you want it. I'm gonna go get some sleep," he said as he got up from the barstool.
***** The next day... *****
It had been quite the boring day on the boat. John Witter was extremely hung over. Dawson and Mitch were both suffering from a bit of a cold. Jack was just sitting, watching the waves. No one had even come close to catching a fish. Pacey looked up at the sky. He couldn't wait to get off the boat, go home and move out. But most of all, he couldn't wait to see Joey. It had only been two days, but after being by her every moment of every day for the past two weeks, her absence was tearing him apart. He began to daydream yet again about her. Her lopsided smile, her long flowing hair, and her gorgeous chocolate brown eyes. The way she looked when she was sleeping, the way she moaned when they kissed, the way she blushed whenever she received a compliment. Suddenly, he came back to reality when Jack was hollering out to him.
"Pacey! Pacey!" he called out. "I got a bite!"
Pacey quickly ran over to Jack's pole. He was instructing him on how to reel it in. "Ok, ready? Back... now reel, reel, reel, reel, reel!"
Jack quickly gave up. "Pace, Pace, you do it, here," he said as he offered the pole to Pacey.
Pacey grabbed the pole right out of Jack's hands. "Help me out here," he instructed. With a little help from Jack, it only took Pacey a few minutes to completely catch the fish and bring it on board.
"Hey, Pacey, over here," called Mitch, snapping a picture of Pacey holding his fish in the air victoriously.
Pacey was grinning from ear to ear. He looked around for his dad. He searched all around the boat for him. He finally found him in the lower compartment of the boat, passed out drunk. He had missed all of the excitement. Pacey dropped his head in frustration and stormed his way back to the main deck.
***** Later... *****`
Pacey and Mitch successfully docked the boat with ease. Pacey went around, making sure every task was complete before he got off the boat. He shook hands with Jack and Mitch. He turned to shake hands with Dawson.
"Talk to you later man," Pacey said glumly.
"Yeah. So, I guess I'll see you tomorrow at school," Dawson said, not understanding why Pacey would be upset.
"Yeah, yeah, see you," Pacey said as he turned back towards the boat. He noticed that his father was already stumbling off the boat towards a waiting Doug. He followed his father off the boat.
"Hey Pace," Doug said, staring at his father. "Dad tell you about my offer?"
"Yeah. I'll have everything out of there by tonight. I just wanna stop at Joey's before I go home," he answered.
"Okay. I'll take Dad home in the cruiser, you take the car," he said as he put his arm around his father's shoulder. "I'll see you at the house," he said as he started to walk off.
Pacey looked around at the open dock. Had he made a big enough effort for Joey? He was dying to see her. Without another moment's hesitation, he ran off in pursuit of the Witter wagoneer.
***** Joey's house *****
Joey tapped her foot impatiently in her bedroom. The last two days had been complete hell. She wanted nothing more than to see Pacey and give him her surprise. She was practically shaking with anticipation. She knew she wasn't ready to have sex just yet, but she was ready to go a bit further with Pacey. She knew that he hadn't taken her seriously when she said that she was going to properly welcome him home. She stared over at the clock on her nightstand for about the tenth time in the past five minutes. She stood up and looked herself over in the mirror. Just as she was straightening out her hair when she heard the doorbell ring. She walked quickly out of her room to answer the door. She took a deep breath when she opened the door. "Hey," she said.
Pacey grinned. "I missed you Potter," he said as he gathered her up in his arms in a bear hug.
Joey smiled into his shoulder. "I missed you too," she said before kissing him. "So? Were you a good boy on the trip?" she asked.
Pacey gave her a grin. "Yep. I straightened things out with Dawson, and I don't have to go home anymore," he said. Joey's confused expression made him continue. "He's sending me off to Doug's. For good," he said.
Joey did a sigh of relief. "I'm glad," she said.
"Me too. See, I'm thinking that Doug's place does have its advantages," he said slyly as he leaned in to kiss her.
"Hmm? Like what?" Joey asked between kisses.
"Well, Doug does work a lot of late-night shifts," he said, cocking an eyebrow.
"Good point," Joey replied before kissing him again.
"Damn it," Pacey said as he pulled away. "What time is it?" he asked.
"About quarter to five," Joey answered. "Why?"
"I have to be back at home soon," Pacey said, sighing. "I just gotta grab my bag- is your room decent?" he asked.
Joey's heart did a little flip-flop. She knew that once he was in her room, it was now or never. "Yeah, just go on in," she said.
Pacey walked in and retrieved his bag from the corner of the room. He looked around for any other of his clothes and found a pair of Hot Wheels boxers, a wifebeater and a red Hawaiian shirt with some Chinese writing on it. He picked them up, but quickly remembered how much Joey had liked wearing them to bed the one night. So, he folded them up and put them on her dresser. He didn't hear Joey walk in behind him and shut the door.
"Do you have everything you need Pace?" Joey asked nervously.
Pacey nodded. "Yeah, I think that's it," he said. "Thanks for letting me stay here," he continued.
"It was my pleasure," Joey replied as she walked closer to Pacey.
Pacey grinned. "I don't think that one last make-out would hurt. How about you?" he asked.
"I thought you'd never ask," Joey said as she put her lips on his. Their kisses started out slow, their tongues lazily dancing together. Pacey wrapped his arms around her and lifted her up slightly. Joey wrapped her legs around him and cupped his face with her hands as she deepened the kiss. Pacey moaned as Joey's tongue searched his entire mouth. He turned around and set Joey down on the bed, letting his hormones take control. He began to softly lie down on top of her, being careful not to hurt her. His hands roamed everywhere he could touch- her back, her shoulders, her flat stomach.
Joey whimpered hard as Pacey began to caress her skin. She took her shaking hands and began to un-button Pacey's shirt. Within seconds, his shirt was lying on the floor. Pacey's hands shifted slightly as he fidgeted with her bra. It took a few seconds, but soon the garment was lying on top of Pacey's shirt. Pacey then let his hands do the rest, knowing he had to relish this moment because he didn't think they'd be going any further. He cupped one breast with his right hand, gently massaging it as he continued his assault of her mouth. Once again, Joey whimpered hard. She could feel Pacey's arousal against her thigh. And to be honest, it turned Joey on more than anything.
"Jo," Pacey moaned as he began to pull away a little.
"Pacey," Joey panted. "Do you remember on Friday when I told you that I would have to welcome you home properly from sea?" she asked.
Pacey's eyes grew wide. "Yeah?" he replied.
Joey smiled as she rolled on top of him. "Welcome home," she said breathlessly as she straddled his hips.
Pacey suddenly grew nervous as the butterflies in his stomach multiplied. "Jo, if you're not ready, we don't need to have sex," he said.
Joey smiled. "I know. I just got to thinking that in the mean time, there are other things we could do," she suggested as she rocked her hips a little.
Pacey groaned upon her sudden contact. "Are you sure?" he asked.
Joey looked into his eyes, seeing more love than she had ever thought possible. "Yes," she said, running her hands down his forearms.
Pacey swallowed hard. "What did you want to do?" he asked.
Joey began to toy with his cargo shorts. "Well, I was thinking..." she started.
Pacey flipped them over and kissed her hard before she could object. He began to toy with her jeans. One button, then the zipper. He slowly slid the denim down her legs and pushed them aside. He paused to look at Joey before he slid off her panties.
Joey noticed his concern and moved forward to kiss him softly. "Pacey, I want you to," she said.
That was all Pacey needed to hear. He slowly slid off her panties and tossed them onto the floor. He then took two of his fingers and delicately massaged her clit. He listened intently as Joey began to moan and rock her hips.
"Pacey, please," Joey said breathlessly.
Pacey grinned at Joey's demand. His fingers slowly entered her, stroking her velvet walls. He kept a slow pace, knowing that this was her first time with this. He put his other hand on Joey's hip, feeling her rock her hips towards him. He began to place kisses along her hips as his fingers began to thrust harder. Then, he heard the sexiest sound escape her lips.
"Pacey," she said as she half-moaned, half-whimpered, knowing that she was close to going over the edge. She rocked her hips harder as Pacey's fingers moved faster within her. She felt her body begin to quake. She closed her eyes and had the sensation of floating. She bit her bottom lip to keep from screaming. She continued to rock her hips, slowing down as her body quaked a few more times. She sighed as she felt Pacey's fingers exit her core. He lifted himself back on top of her, lazily kissing her.
Joey then made the biggest decision of her life so far. She rolled on top of Pacey once again, toying with the button and zipper of his shorts. Pacey realized what she was going to do and panicked. "Joey, you don't have to..." he started.
Joey looked up at him as she slid off his shorts and placed her hands on his boxers. "Pacey. I want to," she said as she slid his boxers down to his ankles. She took a deep breath, worried that her inexperience would overcome her. However, all her fears went away when he looked into her eyes again. She smiled coyly as she moved her hands down to his cock. She slowly ran her hands down his shaft, which caused Pacey to groan. She softly repeated her actions, giving Pacey a bigger reaction as he began to buck his hips.
"Joey," he said as he began to buck his hips.
Joey smiled, enjoying the fact that she was giving him so much pleasure. She slowly moved her mouth down to his aching cock. She licked the head softly, then took his first few inches into her mouth, causing him to moan loudly. She sucked a little bit on his shaft before progressing down to engulf his entire cock into her mouth. Her tongue began to explore his length.
"Joey," Pacey panted as his hands searched for something to grab a hold of. He settled upon her hair, entangling his fingers in her silky smooth hair. His hips began to move harder, out of lack of self-control. "Jo, I'm gonna come soon," he moaned hard. Joey ignored him as she began to suck harder, waiting for him to ejaculate. She began to work her tongue harder, pushing him over the edge. "Jo," he managed before giving in to his orgasm. Joey took all of him into her mouth, readily accepting the four squirts that he supplied. She released him from her mouth and pulled his boxers up.
"Jo," Pacey panted. "I was trying to tell you that I love you," he said, trying to catch his breath.
Joey smiled as she retrieved her panties from the floor. "I love you too," she said as he snuggled next to him. "So much for leaving to go to Doug's," she commented.
Pacey chuckled as he kissed her forehead. "Look, I'm in no hurry to leave," he said as he reached for the spare pair of boxers and her bra. "Actually, right now, I would like nothing better than to hold the woman I love in my arms and take a nap," he said with a yawn.
Joey smiled as she put on the boxers and slipped the bra back on. "Me too. I love you Pacey," she said as she wrapped his arm around her waist.
"I love you too," he said as he snuggled closer to her. He started to shut his eyes as he settled into a state of ecstasy. Maybe this weekend wasn't too bad after all.
Author's Note: Thanks to the following for reading and reviewing my story: Gypsy, Giuliana, justagirl, alysa, Aubrey, Abagail Snow, Cesare, roundin3rd, Molly, kelcb26, annie, dwscreekfreak, Vale, *~)TINK(~*, Vera, Annie, Pacey-Luver, FinallyPJ, and SmOgLoViNg. I appreciate the comments and constructive criticism. You guys rock!!!
Author's Note: A change in rating for this chapter. If you don't like to read smut, then skip the last little bit. So, this chapter is NC-17 for some sexual content. You have been warned. ************************************************************************
"Pacey J. Witter, you better get your ass out of my sister's room this instant!" screeched Bessie at the top of her lungs.
Pacey's eyes flew open. It took him a second to register as to where he was. He noticed Joey's sleeping form in front of him. He smiled as he recalled the make-out session they had had last night. He did actually try to leave her room, but was it his fault that with one look that Joey could makes all of his resistance crumble? He scratched his head as he detached his arm from Joey and walked into the Potter's kitchen. "Morning, Bessie," he said with a yawn as he opened the refrigerator.
"Pacey, I told you to stay out of Joey's room at night! Do you just choose to ignore me?" she asked.
"Well, Bess, it's a funny story..." he started.
"I don't want to hear it. You two were allowed to have that first night together. But then we agreed that if you were going to stay here temporarily, you would take the couch. Oh, and also with the temporary residence, I said temporary, not permanent. You need to head home some time," Bessie complained.
Pacey cringed at her words. It had been about two weeks since he had been staying at Joey's. He hadn't called home, and he hadn't found other arrangements. His parents did know where he was though- he had run into Doug the day after the incident took place and had him give the news to their parents. "I know," he agreed.
"I mean, if you need another few days, why don't you head over to Dawson's house?" Bessie suggested.
Once again, Pacey cringed at her words. He had also avoided Dawson at all costs. He didn't want to have to talk to him about what had happened that night. He shrugged and looked over at Bessie. "Give me another day or two and I'll find somewhere else to stay for awhile," he reasoned.
Bessie sighed. "Fine. You should be glad that I like you a bit though. I don't just let in any freeloader who stops by," she teased.
Pacey pouted. "Not even the one who happens to be dating her little sister?" he asked.
"Don't go thinking that just because you're Joey's boyfriend that you're gonna get special privileges," Bessie replied.
"Well, I've had the opportunity to deal with you for the last two weeks, so I think I'm all privileged out," Pacey shot back. He grinned as Bessie rolled her eyes and left the kitchen. He opened up a carton of milk and drank some of it. He heard someone coughing behind him. "Give me a break..." he started, expecting Bessie. He smiled at Joey who was walking over to him, her eyes half closed still.
"No drinking straight from the carton," Joey said, snatching it from his hands and putting it back into the fridge.
"Come on Jo..." he started before being cut off by Joey kissing him. He moaned as Joey plunged her tongue into his mouth. He placed his arms around her waist and lifted her up slightly from the ground. Her hands roamed around his back. He quickly whipped her around so that she was sitting on the counter. She wrapped her legs around him and moved her hands from his back to his hair. However, before either of them could continue, they were interrupted by the screech of Bessie's voice.
"Get your hands off my sister and get your ass into the shower!" she commanded. Pacey turned around sheepishly and slumped his way to the shower. Bessie gave Joey a cold look. "I expect a little more self-control in the future Joey!"
Joey was blushing hard. "I'll keep that in mind," she said as she walked over to the refrigerator.
Bessie sighed as she changed the subject. "I talked to Doug yesterday," she informed her.
Joey spun around quickly. "What did he want?" she inquired.
"He wants Pacey to go on a fishing trip with his dad, Dawson and Mitch, and maybe there was something about Jack tagging along, I'm not too sure," Bessie replied.
Joey bit on her bottom lip. "Do you think he should go?" she asked.
"Doug thinks it would be good for them to reconcile. Or if they don't, it'll give Pacey a chance to clear his head a bit," Bessie answered.
Joey nodded. "I just don't think he wants to go."
"Well, you've got a day to convince him," Bessie stated. "They're leaving at 6 a.m. sharp tomorrow."
Joey's jaw dropped. "That's a challenge," she said as she started to walk off.
Bessie stopped her. "He'll go if you talk to him. I swear, you've got him whipped," she teased. Joey just smirked at her and walked back towards her room.
***** Later on after school... *****
"What are you thinking about?" Pacey asked as he studied Joey's face.
Joey looked over at him. "Nothing," she said quietly as she shut her locker.
"I don't believe you. Joey Potter, you are without a doubt lying to me," he said as he took her hand in his and brought it to his lips. "What do you want to tell me?" he asked before he softly kissed her hand.
Joey sighed. "Well, I was talking to Bessie this morning and she said that she talked to Doug who talked to your dad and he said that he wanted to go on a fishing trip with you," Joey rambled all in one breath.
Pacey paused. "Who wants to take me fishing?" he asked.
"Your dad," Joey said.
"Ha! That's a good one Jo," Pacey said, hoping that she was just kidding. However, the honest look on her face told him that she was telling the absolute truth. "I don't want to," he said solemnly.
"Pace, I don't think you have a choice here," Joey replied.
"I do too. I don't have to go if I don't want to," Pacey spat out. They walked in silence for a few minutes, leaving the school grounds without a word.
"Don't you think that you need to talk to him?" she asked.
"I don't want to talk to him," Pacey answered.
"Why not? Maybe he wants to patch things up," Joey said.
"Maybe. But what about next time he gets drunk?" Pacey asked. "I don't want to go home."
"You're going to have to go home eventually," Joey said.
"I don't want to," Pacey replied.
"Well, where do you want to go?" Joey asked.
"I want to stay with you," he said. "But I know I can't stay forever. You'd get sick of me," he teased.
Joey smiled. "That's not possible. I could never get sick of you."
Pacey grinned. "Really?"
Joey nodded. "But, Bessie's not gonna let you stay forever. Maybe you should just go and see what he wants. And, let's not forget about Dawson either."
Pacey groaned. "He's gonna be there too?" he asked.
"Yep. You, your dad, Mitch, Dawson and Jack," Joey said.
"I don't want to go Joey," Pacey pleaded.
"I know Pacey, but you have to," Joey replied.
"Says who?" he argued.
"Me," she responded simply.
Pacey looked over at her. He hated to admit it, but he was whipped. And Joey knew she had him whipped. He decided that there was no point in arguing it any further. "Fine. But you have to properly send me off to sea," he joked.
Joey thought about what he had said. "If you're a good boy on the trip, and if you talk to both Dawson and your father, I'll gladly give you a proper welcome back," she replied seriously.
Pacey chuckled, not believing her. "Sure," he said.
Joey grinned, leaving it at that. She would just have to surprise him when he got back.
***** The next morning... *****
"You know, maybe something'll break and you'll need a man to fix it," Pacey pleaded, desperately trying to get out of the fishing trip.
"Nice try," Joey said as they reached the pier. "It's not like I want to be away from you Pace, but you don't have any options."
"I know," he replied. "I'm not promising you anything though."
"I don't care, just as long as you put in an effort," Joey said.
Before Pacey could respond, he heard his name being called. "Pacey! Say goodbye to your girlfriend and get your ass on the boat!" his father yelled.
Pacey nodded. "Duty calls," he said as he leant in to give Joey a hug. "I love you," he said as he breathed in her scent.
"I love you too," she said before pulling away to see his worried face. She kissed him softly. "It's gonna be alright Pace," she said.
Pacey just nodded and kissed her softly, just as she had done. "I'll see you tomorrow night," he said. He turned to see Dawson and Mitch walking down the pier.
"Hi Joey, hey Pace," Dawson said.
"Hi Dawson," Joey replied. Pacey just stood there. "Well, I should get going. You boys have a good time."
"We will. See you later," Dawson said as he stepped onto the boat.
Joey turned to Pacey. "That was your effort?" she asked. When she saw Pacey sigh and struggle for an explanation, she shrugged it off. "I'm sorry. Keep out of trouble, okay?" she said.
Pacey smiled. "I will," he said. "Bye," he said, squeezing her hand one last time before getting on the boat.
***** After they've set sail... *****
Pacey was gazing out onto the water. No fish yet. He had fucked up a couple of times though, which brought some choice words from his father. He had been avoiding Dawson all day. He wasn't in the mood to talk to either of them. He was lost in his thoughts when he heard somebody walking up behind him.
"Hey," the familiar voice said.
Pacey kept his gaze on the water. "Dawson," he stated simply.
"Were you planning on avoiding me all weekend?" he asked.
"You know what, I actually was contemplating it," Pacey replied.
"We need to talk about what happened the other week," Dawson tried.
"I don't want to," Pacey said.
"Please, Pacey?" Dawson asked.
Pacey looked over at him. He remembered what Joey had told him about making an effort. "Fine," he said.
"Look, I know what I said was way out of line. I was just shocked. That's all it was, shock. I know that your romantic life with Joey is private, it's just weird," Dawson began.
"Weird?" Pacey asked.
"Yeah. I can't really explain it. It was just weird. And I don't blame you for being upset with me, cause I would be too if you asked me that same thing," Dawson answered.
Pacey nodded. "Well, I'm sorry that I've been holding a bit of a grudge against you. I wasn't being fair."
Dawson shook his head. "I don't blame you for that. I just want you to know that I'm sorry," he said.
Pacey smiled. "Friends?" he asked, extending his hand.
Dawson smiled as he shook Pacey's hand. "Till death," he replied.
"Pacey! Where the hell did you go?" Pacey's dad yelled.
"Down here dad," he said.
"Where's the other fishing pole?" he yelled.
"Other side," Pacey replied.
"Why aren't they on this side, where they should be?" he asked.
"It doesn't matter what side the poles are on," Pacey argued.
"God, this is exactly why I don't give you any extra duties! You can't even do the simplest tasks!" his father complained. "Go get the poles!"
Pacey looked down at the ground. "Yes sir," he said. Talking to Dawson was easy. Talking to his father was another matter.
***** That night... *****
Pacey was sitting alone at the bar counter. He was sipping a coke, not willing to try and ask for something a little more stiff. He looked at the clock on the wall. 11:18. Joey was probably asleep by now. He looked around the bar. Dawson and Mitch had already left, both being tired from the trip. Jack was on the phone with Andie, checking in on their mom. The only other person in the bar was his dad. He was sitting down, chugging back his sixth beer.
"Pacey!" his father barked out.
"Yeah?" he asked.
"C'mere, we need to talk," his father slurred out. "Look, I know you think I'm always on your case. But, if you'd stop screwing up, I wouldn't have to yell at you."
Pacey shook his head at his father's drunken speech. "Sure Pop," he said.
"And Doug told me you're staying with that Potter girl," his father continued. "I don't want you staying with them anymore. You're probably being too much of a burden."
Pacey shook his head and looked down at the ground. "I know, Pop," he replied.
"And, you know what? I don't really want you around home anymore. You and that shitty little attitude of yours can grab all your stuff from home and haul your ass over to Doug's place," his father slurred.
"He wouldn't let me stay with him," Pacey said weakly.
"He offered to keep you for me and your mother cause you're too much trouble. So, tomorrow, you're moving out. If we survive this abomination of a fishing trip," his father rambled.
Pacey nodded. "Alright, if that's the way you want it. I'm gonna go get some sleep," he said as he got up from the barstool.
***** The next day... *****
It had been quite the boring day on the boat. John Witter was extremely hung over. Dawson and Mitch were both suffering from a bit of a cold. Jack was just sitting, watching the waves. No one had even come close to catching a fish. Pacey looked up at the sky. He couldn't wait to get off the boat, go home and move out. But most of all, he couldn't wait to see Joey. It had only been two days, but after being by her every moment of every day for the past two weeks, her absence was tearing him apart. He began to daydream yet again about her. Her lopsided smile, her long flowing hair, and her gorgeous chocolate brown eyes. The way she looked when she was sleeping, the way she moaned when they kissed, the way she blushed whenever she received a compliment. Suddenly, he came back to reality when Jack was hollering out to him.
"Pacey! Pacey!" he called out. "I got a bite!"
Pacey quickly ran over to Jack's pole. He was instructing him on how to reel it in. "Ok, ready? Back... now reel, reel, reel, reel, reel!"
Jack quickly gave up. "Pace, Pace, you do it, here," he said as he offered the pole to Pacey.
Pacey grabbed the pole right out of Jack's hands. "Help me out here," he instructed. With a little help from Jack, it only took Pacey a few minutes to completely catch the fish and bring it on board.
"Hey, Pacey, over here," called Mitch, snapping a picture of Pacey holding his fish in the air victoriously.
Pacey was grinning from ear to ear. He looked around for his dad. He searched all around the boat for him. He finally found him in the lower compartment of the boat, passed out drunk. He had missed all of the excitement. Pacey dropped his head in frustration and stormed his way back to the main deck.
***** Later... *****`
Pacey and Mitch successfully docked the boat with ease. Pacey went around, making sure every task was complete before he got off the boat. He shook hands with Jack and Mitch. He turned to shake hands with Dawson.
"Talk to you later man," Pacey said glumly.
"Yeah. So, I guess I'll see you tomorrow at school," Dawson said, not understanding why Pacey would be upset.
"Yeah, yeah, see you," Pacey said as he turned back towards the boat. He noticed that his father was already stumbling off the boat towards a waiting Doug. He followed his father off the boat.
"Hey Pace," Doug said, staring at his father. "Dad tell you about my offer?"
"Yeah. I'll have everything out of there by tonight. I just wanna stop at Joey's before I go home," he answered.
"Okay. I'll take Dad home in the cruiser, you take the car," he said as he put his arm around his father's shoulder. "I'll see you at the house," he said as he started to walk off.
Pacey looked around at the open dock. Had he made a big enough effort for Joey? He was dying to see her. Without another moment's hesitation, he ran off in pursuit of the Witter wagoneer.
***** Joey's house *****
Joey tapped her foot impatiently in her bedroom. The last two days had been complete hell. She wanted nothing more than to see Pacey and give him her surprise. She was practically shaking with anticipation. She knew she wasn't ready to have sex just yet, but she was ready to go a bit further with Pacey. She knew that he hadn't taken her seriously when she said that she was going to properly welcome him home. She stared over at the clock on her nightstand for about the tenth time in the past five minutes. She stood up and looked herself over in the mirror. Just as she was straightening out her hair when she heard the doorbell ring. She walked quickly out of her room to answer the door. She took a deep breath when she opened the door. "Hey," she said.
Pacey grinned. "I missed you Potter," he said as he gathered her up in his arms in a bear hug.
Joey smiled into his shoulder. "I missed you too," she said before kissing him. "So? Were you a good boy on the trip?" she asked.
Pacey gave her a grin. "Yep. I straightened things out with Dawson, and I don't have to go home anymore," he said. Joey's confused expression made him continue. "He's sending me off to Doug's. For good," he said.
Joey did a sigh of relief. "I'm glad," she said.
"Me too. See, I'm thinking that Doug's place does have its advantages," he said slyly as he leaned in to kiss her.
"Hmm? Like what?" Joey asked between kisses.
"Well, Doug does work a lot of late-night shifts," he said, cocking an eyebrow.
"Good point," Joey replied before kissing him again.
"Damn it," Pacey said as he pulled away. "What time is it?" he asked.
"About quarter to five," Joey answered. "Why?"
"I have to be back at home soon," Pacey said, sighing. "I just gotta grab my bag- is your room decent?" he asked.
Joey's heart did a little flip-flop. She knew that once he was in her room, it was now or never. "Yeah, just go on in," she said.
Pacey walked in and retrieved his bag from the corner of the room. He looked around for any other of his clothes and found a pair of Hot Wheels boxers, a wifebeater and a red Hawaiian shirt with some Chinese writing on it. He picked them up, but quickly remembered how much Joey had liked wearing them to bed the one night. So, he folded them up and put them on her dresser. He didn't hear Joey walk in behind him and shut the door.
"Do you have everything you need Pace?" Joey asked nervously.
Pacey nodded. "Yeah, I think that's it," he said. "Thanks for letting me stay here," he continued.
"It was my pleasure," Joey replied as she walked closer to Pacey.
Pacey grinned. "I don't think that one last make-out would hurt. How about you?" he asked.
"I thought you'd never ask," Joey said as she put her lips on his. Their kisses started out slow, their tongues lazily dancing together. Pacey wrapped his arms around her and lifted her up slightly. Joey wrapped her legs around him and cupped his face with her hands as she deepened the kiss. Pacey moaned as Joey's tongue searched his entire mouth. He turned around and set Joey down on the bed, letting his hormones take control. He began to softly lie down on top of her, being careful not to hurt her. His hands roamed everywhere he could touch- her back, her shoulders, her flat stomach.
Joey whimpered hard as Pacey began to caress her skin. She took her shaking hands and began to un-button Pacey's shirt. Within seconds, his shirt was lying on the floor. Pacey's hands shifted slightly as he fidgeted with her bra. It took a few seconds, but soon the garment was lying on top of Pacey's shirt. Pacey then let his hands do the rest, knowing he had to relish this moment because he didn't think they'd be going any further. He cupped one breast with his right hand, gently massaging it as he continued his assault of her mouth. Once again, Joey whimpered hard. She could feel Pacey's arousal against her thigh. And to be honest, it turned Joey on more than anything.
"Jo," Pacey moaned as he began to pull away a little.
"Pacey," Joey panted. "Do you remember on Friday when I told you that I would have to welcome you home properly from sea?" she asked.
Pacey's eyes grew wide. "Yeah?" he replied.
Joey smiled as she rolled on top of him. "Welcome home," she said breathlessly as she straddled his hips.
Pacey suddenly grew nervous as the butterflies in his stomach multiplied. "Jo, if you're not ready, we don't need to have sex," he said.
Joey smiled. "I know. I just got to thinking that in the mean time, there are other things we could do," she suggested as she rocked her hips a little.
Pacey groaned upon her sudden contact. "Are you sure?" he asked.
Joey looked into his eyes, seeing more love than she had ever thought possible. "Yes," she said, running her hands down his forearms.
Pacey swallowed hard. "What did you want to do?" he asked.
Joey began to toy with his cargo shorts. "Well, I was thinking..." she started.
Pacey flipped them over and kissed her hard before she could object. He began to toy with her jeans. One button, then the zipper. He slowly slid the denim down her legs and pushed them aside. He paused to look at Joey before he slid off her panties.
Joey noticed his concern and moved forward to kiss him softly. "Pacey, I want you to," she said.
That was all Pacey needed to hear. He slowly slid off her panties and tossed them onto the floor. He then took two of his fingers and delicately massaged her clit. He listened intently as Joey began to moan and rock her hips.
"Pacey, please," Joey said breathlessly.
Pacey grinned at Joey's demand. His fingers slowly entered her, stroking her velvet walls. He kept a slow pace, knowing that this was her first time with this. He put his other hand on Joey's hip, feeling her rock her hips towards him. He began to place kisses along her hips as his fingers began to thrust harder. Then, he heard the sexiest sound escape her lips.
"Pacey," she said as she half-moaned, half-whimpered, knowing that she was close to going over the edge. She rocked her hips harder as Pacey's fingers moved faster within her. She felt her body begin to quake. She closed her eyes and had the sensation of floating. She bit her bottom lip to keep from screaming. She continued to rock her hips, slowing down as her body quaked a few more times. She sighed as she felt Pacey's fingers exit her core. He lifted himself back on top of her, lazily kissing her.
Joey then made the biggest decision of her life so far. She rolled on top of Pacey once again, toying with the button and zipper of his shorts. Pacey realized what she was going to do and panicked. "Joey, you don't have to..." he started.
Joey looked up at him as she slid off his shorts and placed her hands on his boxers. "Pacey. I want to," she said as she slid his boxers down to his ankles. She took a deep breath, worried that her inexperience would overcome her. However, all her fears went away when he looked into her eyes again. She smiled coyly as she moved her hands down to his cock. She slowly ran her hands down his shaft, which caused Pacey to groan. She softly repeated her actions, giving Pacey a bigger reaction as he began to buck his hips.
"Joey," he said as he began to buck his hips.
Joey smiled, enjoying the fact that she was giving him so much pleasure. She slowly moved her mouth down to his aching cock. She licked the head softly, then took his first few inches into her mouth, causing him to moan loudly. She sucked a little bit on his shaft before progressing down to engulf his entire cock into her mouth. Her tongue began to explore his length.
"Joey," Pacey panted as his hands searched for something to grab a hold of. He settled upon her hair, entangling his fingers in her silky smooth hair. His hips began to move harder, out of lack of self-control. "Jo, I'm gonna come soon," he moaned hard. Joey ignored him as she began to suck harder, waiting for him to ejaculate. She began to work her tongue harder, pushing him over the edge. "Jo," he managed before giving in to his orgasm. Joey took all of him into her mouth, readily accepting the four squirts that he supplied. She released him from her mouth and pulled his boxers up.
"Jo," Pacey panted. "I was trying to tell you that I love you," he said, trying to catch his breath.
Joey smiled as she retrieved her panties from the floor. "I love you too," she said as he snuggled next to him. "So much for leaving to go to Doug's," she commented.
Pacey chuckled as he kissed her forehead. "Look, I'm in no hurry to leave," he said as he reached for the spare pair of boxers and her bra. "Actually, right now, I would like nothing better than to hold the woman I love in my arms and take a nap," he said with a yawn.
Joey smiled as she put on the boxers and slipped the bra back on. "Me too. I love you Pacey," she said as she wrapped his arm around her waist.
"I love you too," he said as he snuggled closer to her. He started to shut his eyes as he settled into a state of ecstasy. Maybe this weekend wasn't too bad after all.