Dawson's Creek : 039 Taste
Title: Forbidden Fruit
Fandom : Dawson's Creek
Characters: Pacey witter/ Dawson Leery
Prompt : 039 Taste
Word Count : 868
Rating: NC-17
Summary : A PWP. Dedicated to my bud tigre86
I am impatient. I can’t remember the last time; I felt the need for something to just happen already. I am nervous too. I feel as if little tiny moths are swirling in my stomach, hungrily and tired of waiting.
I check again to make sure everything is perfect for the 1000th time. Door is locked, condoms in the nightstand, Joey is on a date or something with Jack, lubricator is under the bed, Jen and her grandmother are away, and the parents are gone for the weekend. I have debated about playing light music, but I am not sure what to play, and have changed the CD 15 times, so I have decided to just keep the radio off. I think I am all set. I hope I am all set. God, I am nervous.
I wonder if I should light candles. Is that too tacky? Maybe I should have asked Doug what to do? I don’t really want him to be suspicious of what is going to happen. Actually maybe it is a good thing I didn’t ask him. Pacey would be mad at me. Plus, it is not like Doug has gotten any action lately that I or Pacey know of.
I hear footfalls on the ladder, and I begin to bounce from the edge of my bed where I am sitting. I have to stop myself from squeeing. Since that is so something a girl would do. I want to go to the window and haul his cute butt up here. He doesn’t like it when I rush things though, plus it isn’t entirely safe if I just pulled him off the ladder.
We’ve been having these little trysts for the first Saturday of every month for about four months now. I wish we could do them more often, but I am not sure how to bring it up. It is weird thinking about that first Saturday night when we had gotten into an argument and then we had ended up kissing. The first time had been so wonderful and unexpected, and it is nice that we are able to continue with the little tradition.
I look up quickly as I see Pacey’s head peak through the window. He closes the window and curtains behind him. He then opens the curtains a little and make sure the window’s locked.
I get up from the bed, and wrap my arms around his waist. He turned to face me, and our mouths met, lips open savoring each other. Our tongue exploring each others mouth. He ran his fingers through my hair, and pushed me hard towards the bed.
Our hands are tearing at each others’ clothes in a blur as we move towards the bed. Somehow, our clothes end up on the floor in a pile, and he is straddled above me. I reach under the box spring to get the lube, and he is already reaching in the drawer to get the condoms. He tossed them on the bed aimlessly, and kisses me in the center of the chest. “You are on top this time,” he says through teasing voice. Sweat is already beginning to pool down his face, and drift down his chest. I was glad that I had turned the heater up a little, to make it hotter. “Porno or no Porno?”
I smacked his butt playfully. “Maybe I should make you dance for me instead,” I wink flirtatiously. Though the thought of that does sound fun.
He licks my neck. “Sounds like an interesting idea.” He smirks.
He slid the condom on my throbbing hard cock, and I put a little lube on it, turning him slightly, and he turns the rest of the way. He is on all fours in front of me, and I pull myself so I am above him. My hands grip his waist as I push into him hungrily. He moans contently as I begin to thrust. I reach his beneath him and pinch his balls playfully, and I begin to thrust deeper, feeling moans escaping my lips as well.
He must be impatient as he cums almost instantly spreading a sea of white on my blanket.
He backs away, removing himself from me, and turns. He removes the condom with his teeth, and begins to work his mouth and tongue over my cock so that I can come in his mouth. I am surprised that he can almost take me fully in his mouth. I run my fingers through his hair playfully, and kiss the top of his forehead.
I lean my head back and moan as I feel a wave of pleasure coming over my body and I cum into his mouth.
He smiles happily as he lets my seed slide down his throat.
“We should do this more often,” He says as I slide out of his mouth.
“We could, “I tease breathlessly, running my fingers into his hair, and pulling him into a hug on the clean part of my bed, our leg dangling freely off the bed.
He tilts his head up a little bit from the position he has settled himself into my chest. “We shall see, Leery, we shall see.”
Fandom : Dawson's Creek
Characters: Pacey witter/ Dawson Leery
Prompt : 039 Taste
Word Count : 868
Rating: NC-17
Summary : A PWP. Dedicated to my bud tigre86
I am impatient. I can’t remember the last time; I felt the need for something to just happen already. I am nervous too. I feel as if little tiny moths are swirling in my stomach, hungrily and tired of waiting.
I check again to make sure everything is perfect for the 1000th time. Door is locked, condoms in the nightstand, Joey is on a date or something with Jack, lubricator is under the bed, Jen and her grandmother are away, and the parents are gone for the weekend. I have debated about playing light music, but I am not sure what to play, and have changed the CD 15 times, so I have decided to just keep the radio off. I think I am all set. I hope I am all set. God, I am nervous.
I wonder if I should light candles. Is that too tacky? Maybe I should have asked Doug what to do? I don’t really want him to be suspicious of what is going to happen. Actually maybe it is a good thing I didn’t ask him. Pacey would be mad at me. Plus, it is not like Doug has gotten any action lately that I or Pacey know of.
I hear footfalls on the ladder, and I begin to bounce from the edge of my bed where I am sitting. I have to stop myself from squeeing. Since that is so something a girl would do. I want to go to the window and haul his cute butt up here. He doesn’t like it when I rush things though, plus it isn’t entirely safe if I just pulled him off the ladder.
We’ve been having these little trysts for the first Saturday of every month for about four months now. I wish we could do them more often, but I am not sure how to bring it up. It is weird thinking about that first Saturday night when we had gotten into an argument and then we had ended up kissing. The first time had been so wonderful and unexpected, and it is nice that we are able to continue with the little tradition.
I look up quickly as I see Pacey’s head peak through the window. He closes the window and curtains behind him. He then opens the curtains a little and make sure the window’s locked.
I get up from the bed, and wrap my arms around his waist. He turned to face me, and our mouths met, lips open savoring each other. Our tongue exploring each others mouth. He ran his fingers through my hair, and pushed me hard towards the bed.
Our hands are tearing at each others’ clothes in a blur as we move towards the bed. Somehow, our clothes end up on the floor in a pile, and he is straddled above me. I reach under the box spring to get the lube, and he is already reaching in the drawer to get the condoms. He tossed them on the bed aimlessly, and kisses me in the center of the chest. “You are on top this time,” he says through teasing voice. Sweat is already beginning to pool down his face, and drift down his chest. I was glad that I had turned the heater up a little, to make it hotter. “Porno or no Porno?”
I smacked his butt playfully. “Maybe I should make you dance for me instead,” I wink flirtatiously. Though the thought of that does sound fun.
He licks my neck. “Sounds like an interesting idea.” He smirks.
He slid the condom on my throbbing hard cock, and I put a little lube on it, turning him slightly, and he turns the rest of the way. He is on all fours in front of me, and I pull myself so I am above him. My hands grip his waist as I push into him hungrily. He moans contently as I begin to thrust. I reach his beneath him and pinch his balls playfully, and I begin to thrust deeper, feeling moans escaping my lips as well.
He must be impatient as he cums almost instantly spreading a sea of white on my blanket.
He backs away, removing himself from me, and turns. He removes the condom with his teeth, and begins to work his mouth and tongue over my cock so that I can come in his mouth. I am surprised that he can almost take me fully in his mouth. I run my fingers through his hair playfully, and kiss the top of his forehead.
I lean my head back and moan as I feel a wave of pleasure coming over my body and I cum into his mouth.
He smiles happily as he lets my seed slide down his throat.
“We should do this more often,” He says as I slide out of his mouth.
“We could, “I tease breathlessly, running my fingers into his hair, and pulling him into a hug on the clean part of my bed, our leg dangling freely off the bed.
He tilts his head up a little bit from the position he has settled himself into my chest. “We shall see, Leery, we shall see.”