Date: Wed, 31 Mar 1999 19:45:10 PST
From: blake carrington <denvercarrington@hotmail.com>
Subject: Pacey's Discovery

    ### I'm not connected to Dawson's Creek in any way. This is a fan
fiction story and isn't supposed to reflect on the sexual preferences of
the actors who play the characters. All characters are the property of
Sony and Outerbank Entertainment and copywrited to them.

     Pacey Witter looked in the mirror and smiled. 'Oh, yeah!' he
thought, 'I'm hot!' Hardly a day passed when Pacey didn't strip off all
of his clothes and check himself out in the mirror. It wasn't vanity,
exactly. He just liked looking at his body. It turned him on, in a weird
way.
     Pacey's sexual experiences were made up of stuff that every horny
teen male's fantasies were based on. Only in Pacey's case, it had
actually happened. He'd actually slept with his hot English teacher, Ms.
Jacobs. He also had a very beautiful young girlfriend, Andie McPhee,
with whom he'd become sexually involved.
     Anyone who knew Pacey would have been shocked if they'd know that
deep down, his class clown attitude and his sexual conquests were a
cover up. Pacey Witter was gay, but no one could ever know it. Not even
his best friend, Dawson Leery. Pacey couldn't stand that thought of
everyone he loved turning against him if they found out the truth.
     Pacey had been impressed when Andie's brother, Jack McPhee, had had
the courage to come out. It was something Pacey just couldn't see
himself doing, ever. He would continue to play the role of a straight
guy, right up until the day he died. He could never, ever give in to his
feelings. Especially not the ones he had for Dawson.
     Thinking of Dawson made Pacey smile and reach for his clothes. He
had to get over to Dawson's house. They were going to watch a movie
together. Pacey loved sitting side by side with Dawson on his bed, their
shoulders almost touching. It was the closest he'd ever get to actually
being with Dawson.
     Pacey borrowed his Dad's police cruiser and headed for Dawson's.
He'd been with Andie earlier at the Ice House and had invited her to
movie night. He'd felt he had to, since she'd asked what his plans were.
She was his girlfriend, after all. To his relief, though, she'd said no.
So, it would be just him and Dawson, which was how Pacey liked it.
     Pulling up outside of Dawson's house, Pacey was surprised to see
Chris Wolfe leaving. Chris and Dawson weren't exactly friends, but Pacey
figured it must have something to do with the movie Dawson was making.
Chris was playing the lead, a part based on Dawson himself.
     Pacey let himself in, as he had been doing ever since he was a
small kid. The Leerys had been more of a family to him growing up than
his own dysfunctional family ever could have been.
     Heading up the stairs, Pacey became vaguely aware of strange noises
coming from the direction of Dawson's room. He wasn't sure what to think
at first, but when he stopped outside the closed door to listen, he
realized that the sounds were moans.
     Pacey took a step closer to the door and listened intently. He was
stunned to realize that the moans were coming from more than one person.
Had Dawson and Joey finally......... no, Pacey had just seen Joey at the
Ice House. She'd said she was working a double shift. Dawson and Jen? Or
had Dawson been holding out on him about some new girl?
     Curiosity getting the better of him, Pacey slowly opened the door
to Dawson's room. He peered through the small opening he'd made and his
heart almost stopped. He had a perfect view of his best friend, Dawson
Leery, lying on top of another guy, bobbing his head up and down on a
throbbing hard on!
     Pacey remained frozen in place, his own cock growing to full mast
as he watched Dawson and the mystery guy 69 each other. Pacey just
couldn't believe what he was seeing. Dawson was gay? All this time
they'd know each other, Pacey had never suspected a thing.
     "Oh, God, Jack. That feels so good. Chris was right, you do have a
mouth like a hoover," Dawson moaned, briefly pulling his mouth off of
Jack's cock.
     Jack?!? Pacey felt a surge of surprise, followed by an even
stronger surge of jealousy. Jack and Dawson? Pacey's Dawson? It wasn't
fair! Still, Pacey slipped his hand inside of his pants and began to rub
his hard cock as he watched Dawson sucking on Jack's impressive meat.
     "You're not so bad yourself, Dawson. You're about to make me cum,"
Pacey heard Jack moan.
     "Good. I want to taste it this time," Dawson moaned back. Pacey
watched as Dawson increased the speed of his movement up and down on
Jack's cock. He began to stroke his own cock rapidly, wishing Dawson's
mouth was on his rod and not Jack McPhee's.
     Jack's sudden groans told Pacey that he was cumming. Dawson's face
contorted in pleasure as he began to feel Jack's hot seed fill his
mouth. Pacey watched hungrily as Dawson swallowed the entire load.
     "That was incredible," Jack moaned. "You deserve a real reward for
that blow job, Dawson."
     "Like what?" Dawson asked, sitting up.
     "Well, since I fucked you earlier, it's only fair that you get your
turn," Jack smiled. Dawson's face light up in a huge grin as he quickly
reached for the lotion on his bed. Pacey watched lustfully from the
crack in the door as Dawson lathered the lotion all over Jack's asshole
and then on his own cock. Pacey had never seen Dawson's cock erect
before, and the sight almost made him cum in his pants right then.
     Dawson sat on the edge of the bed, but Jack shook his head. "No,
let's try it doggy style," McPhee grinned. Dawson nodded and sank to the
floor on his knees. Jack, on all fours, turned to face the door, his
eyes on the carpet.
     Pacey watched as Dawson moved behind his lover and slowly began to
ease his cock into his ass. Jack's face twisted in a mixture of pleasure
and pain. Dawson slowly began to move his cock in and out of Jack's
hole, breathing heavily. Pacey began to stroke his own cock faster, the
look of ecstasy on Dawson's face turning him on even more.
     "Oh, Jack. I can't believe this is happening," Dawson moaned.
     "Your cock feels so great up my ass Dawson. I wish you could fuck
me twenty four hours a day," Jack sighed in pleasure.
     Dawson began to pump his cock back and forth with an increasing
speed. The quickness of his breath made it obvious to Pacey that Dawson
was already close to cumming.
     "Oh, God!" Dawson yelled out as his cock began to spill out it's
juices inside of Jack. Pacey, his eyes on Dawson's face, began to cum
inside of his pants, all over his hand.
     Dawson pulled his cock out of Jack's ass and collapsed sideways
onto the floor, still breathing heavily. Jack turned over on his side,
facing Dawson. He slowly leaned forward and kissed Dawson's lips
tenderly. Pacey, watching from the doorway and trying to recover from
his own orgasm without drawing attention to himself, felt another surge
of jealousy when he saw the kiss.
     "That was fantastic, Dawson. You're a great lover," Jack smiled.
     "Jack, that was so amazing. I never imagined it could be like
that," Dawson smiled back.
     "I'm exhausted. You really know how to wear a guy out, man," Jack
said.
     "Hey, Chris helped, too. I thought my life was over when he walked
in on us!" Dawson sighed.
     "I wasn't too worried. Everyone already knows I'm gay, what do I
have to lose? But that was definitely something. His cock is huge!" Jack
said.
     Pacey listened in shock. Chris Wolfe? Was he gay, too? Joan Cusak's
line from 'In & Out' suddenly crossed Pacey's mind "Is Everybody Gay?"
     "I'm glad you walked in on me today, Jack. If you hadn't... Well,
none of this would have ever happened. I would never have been able to
tell you I was gay. Or anyone, for that matter," Dawson sighed.
     "Not even Pacey?" Jack asked, running his hand up and down Dawson's
chest and playing with his nipples.
     "Especially not Pacey! Pacey can't ever know about this, okay Jack?
I don't want it to change our friendship," Dawson said, worriedly.
     "He was really cool about me coming out," Jack pointed out.
     "Yeah, but you weren't his best friend since forever. Besides, if
he knew I was gay....." Dawson's voice trailed off.
     "He might guess you have feelings for him," Jack finished the
sentence.
     "Yeah," Dawson sighed.
     In the hallway, Pacey quietly closed the door and crept downstairs.
He went into the bathroom and cleaned off his hand, his mind filled with
conflicting thoughts. Dawson was gay and had feelings for him! Should he
tell him he was gay, too? No! Pacey couldn't do that. He could be gay on
the inside, in his mind, but he couldn't ever act on it! He'd promised
himself.
     Besides, how could he tell Dawson without telling him about seeing
him and Jack? Shaking his head, Pacey slipped out of the house and got
back into the police cruiser. He honked the horn, as if he had just
arrived, to give Jack and Dawson some warning, and then got out. He let
himself back in and bounded up the stairs noisily.
     "Hey, ready for movie night, Dawson my man?" he asked, throwing the
door to Dawson's room open. Deep down, he'd hoped to catch the two of
them still in a state of undress, even though he knew he couldn't act on
it even if he did.
     "Yeah, Pacey. I ran into Jack and invited him. Is that okay?"
Dawson asked, smiling at his best friend. Dawson and Jack, fully dressed
again, were sitting side by side on Dawson's bed, looking totally
innocent.
     "Sure. How's it going, Jack?" Pacey smiled. Inside, though, he was
feeling jealous of Jack for getting to be with Dawson. All through the
movie, Pacey noticed the two of them exchanging secret looks that he
wouldn't have seen at all if he hadn't know the truth already.
     The movie finally ended. The three teens had watched in complete
silence, each thinking his own thoughts. Pacey stood up the moment the
credits began.
     "Well, boys, that's it for me. I'll see you at school tomorrow,"
Pacey smiled.
     "Wait, Pacey. Do you think you could give me a ride home?" Jack
asked. Pacey was surprised and more than a little reluctant. He wanted
to be alone so his mind could process all that he'd seen earlier and the
truths he'd learned.
     "Sure, Jack. Let's go," Pacey put on a fake smile. He noticed that
Dawson looked disappointed that Jack was leaving. Another twinge of
jealousy overtook him.
     There was a silence between the two as Pacey drove towards the
McPhee house in the police cruiser. Both remained quiet, thinking their
own thoughts, until Pacey pulled into the driveway. Then, Jack turned
towards Pacey and looked him straight in the eyes.
     "Pacey, don't hurt my sister," Jack said.
     "What? Why would I hurt Andie? I love her," Pacey said, confused.
     "Do you really? Are you one hundred percent sure of that?" Jack
demanded.
     "Yes, of course I am. What's up with you, Jack?" Pacey asked.
     "I just want to be sure that you're not uncertain. You know, about
your sexuality. I hurt Joey a lot by stringing her along, trying to make
myself be straight by dating her. Andie's too fragile to survive that,
Pacey," Jack said quietly.
     "My sexuality? What the hell are you talking about, McPhee? Sorry
to burst your bubble, but I'm as hetero as they come," Pacey smiled,
feeling his insides suddenly turn to jello.
     "I hope that's true. I don't know exactly what you saw today,
Pacey. But when Dawson and I were getting dressed, I looked out the
window and saw you get into the car and then honk the horn to make us
think you'd just got there," Jack said.
     "I just didn't want to embarrass you guys, that's all," Pacey said
quickly, blushing. "Just because I heard you two....um, you know, and
didn't say anything doesn't mean I'm gay."
     "I'm not saying it does, Pacey. But I watched you during the movie.
I saw the looks you were giving Dawson," Jack said. "Don't hurt my
sister."
     "Jack, you're nuts. I love Andie. Dawson is my friend. If I was
giving him looks, it was just because I couldn't believe he'd never told
me he was gay. That's all. Now, good night," Pacey said firmly.
     Jack nodded and got out of the car without saying another word.
Pacey drove off, his head spinning. Jack knew he'd been in the house! If
he said anything to Dawson, the whole gay issue would come up between
them and Pacey knew that if it did, he wouldn't be able to hide his
feelings for Dawson. And he had to hide them. No matter what.
     Jack, standing in front of his house in the dark, slowly shook his
head. He hoped Pacey was being honest and was really straight. Not just
because it would destroy Andie if he wasn't, but because he didn't want
the competition for Dawson's affections. There was no way Dawson would
pick him over Pacey, and Jack didn't intend to lose Dawson, ever.

##Well, there's part two! Hope you liked!! Write me at
denvercarrington@hotmail.com to chat about it or give suggestions.