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The Creek 5-16-04 By Cryptic Angel
As the sun baked the small city of Capeside to a near record 95 degrees, Dawson Leary sat at the edge of his dock, kicking up warm water in every direction. His copper colored, teenaged built chest lay open to the sun, soaking up its rays as his brown shirt lay next to him, heaped up into a ball, which covered his brown sandals. The slight westerly wind blew his blonde hair as he stared into the still water, reliving images of Her.
Joey Potter was, in his mind, the epitome of everything beautiful in this world. They had been friends forever, best friends in fact, and he knew all her quirks. In fact, he knew everything about her. His feelings for her raged on the edge of obsession, an obsession that was evident even to him, which is why he wasn't really mad that she had chosen to be with his other best friend, Pacey Witter.
For months, he had acted jealous and mad at the fact that his two best friends were together, but deep down inside, he was glad. It took him away from Joey, and made him crash down to reality: a hard hit, but one that was needed, nonetheless.
" What's up Dawson?" A familiar voice asked, shaking Dawson out of his Joey daydream. Looking over, Dawson saw the shirtless frame of his former best friend, Pacey. With a quick scan, Dawson noticed that his 16-year-old body had matured a lot in the past few months that they hadn't been talking. His pecks were nicely built, and his smooth stomach had a borderline six-pack popping out.
" What?" Dawson retorted with fake cruelty. He had been practicing this forever and had nearly nailed the blow off routine.
" I'm bored dude. Joey's gone for the summer, and well... I just wanted to see how you've been holding up. I haven't even seen you since school let-"
" I've been fine," Dawson said, cutting Pacey off in mid sentence. He took his eyes of the boy and redirected them onto the creek. Dawson didn't know why he was so cold to Pacey and secretly hoped that he would stay.
" Dawson, look, we need to stop this shit. All this hatred between us needs to end. There's no point in us hating each other over Joey. All that she wants is for us to be together again. She misses that."
Dawson took Pacey's words in, and knew that they were true. He could see it in Joey's eyes, and he knew that Pacey was his true friend, his true brother.
" Look, can I tell you something?" Pacey asked, a little timidly.
" Shoot," Dawson replied with a sigh. He patted on the dock next to him and Pacey took a seat. It felt good to be next to him again. The safety of childhood emanated from Pacey, and Dawson knew that all the dumb shit needed to end.
Pacey was silent for a while as he stared into the water. Dawson could sense something was wrong, but remained quiet as he stared at Pacey's perfectly sculpted brown hair.
" Look Dawson, it isn't what you think between me and Joey. We aren't really together."
" What do you mean?" Dawson asked with confusion. Pacey stared silently at the water for another moment, and then looked into Dawson's eyes.
" She's my cover, Dawson," and with that, Pacey leaned in, placing his tongue in Dawson's warm mouth.
For a moment, Dawson was confused as Pacey tongued his mouth, exploring the regions that only Joey had gone before. With a split second flash, Dawson understood all as Pacey pulled his tongue out and looked at him with urgency.
" Dawson... I--" Dawson's tongue cut him off, as he kissed him back. The warmth and softness of Pacey's mouth vibrated within Dawson as he nudged his best friend down, and laid on top of him, still exploring.
" Just don't say anything," Dawson said as he slipped out of his shorts, revealing a seven-inch hardon. Pacey sighed lightly as Dawson began to suck on his neck while tweaking his nipples.
The taste of Pacey's skin filled Dawson's mouth as he began licking up towards Pacey's rosebud lips. Taking the lower one in his mouth and biting lightly, Dawson moved his hands down to Pacey's groin, where he felt six inches of hardness poking at his own penis.
Dawson wasn't sure where this was coming from, but as he rubbed his tongue over Pacey's lips and eventually slipped it back into his mouth, he knew that it was right.
Pacey started bucking under Dawson as they kissed, rubbing his hardon against Dawson's revealed member, sending him into a fit of ecstasy. Dawson broke the kiss and began licking down Pacey's face, stopping for a moment at his small hard nipples.
" I want to taste you Dawson," Pacey whispered, as he flipped Dawson underneath him. Dawson looked down to see a puddle of precum forming from the tip of his cock, which was quickly licked up my Pacey's tongue. Pleasures flooded his body as his penis was sucked into the warm depths of Pacey's mouth, only leaving a slight moan from Dawson.
" Pacey, I think-," Dawson's words were caught in his mouth as he erupted in orgasm, shooting four creamy loads into Pacey's mouth.
Swallowing the load, Pacey slipped off his shorts to reveal his leaking penis, slightly red from the inner heat that he had to be experiencing. On his knees, Dawson took Pacey's manhood into his mouth, tasting the sweetness of precum for the first time. He stroked Pacey's member with his right hand as he sucked at the bulbous head. As he ran his tongue across Pacey's pee slit, he felt a hot stream of cum shoot into his mouth. The bittersweet flavor enticed him, as he swallowed every last jet until he had milked Pacey's penis dry.
Dawson stood back up slipping his pants on, and handing Pacey his. " What are we going to tell Joey?" Pacey asked as he slipped his black shorts back on.
" We're going to tell her that we're finally together," Dawson said as he jammed his tongue into Pacey's mouth.
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