Title: This Year's Prom
Author: cherry vanilla
Fandom: Dawson's Creek
Pairing: Jack/Tobey (Canon couple)
Status: NEW, Complete 5/3/2001
Rating: mild R
Spoilers: For last night's ep, "Promicide"(and can I just state that that is the dumbest name?)
Summary: Jack. Tobey. Post-Prom.
Warning: 17 year old boys smooching. Why anyone would turn away because of that, I don't know :D
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"Whew. That was pretty intense."
Jack chuckles. "Yeah."
"Think they'll be okay?"
"Hope so."
They are walking up the steps to Jack's door. When the limo driver had dropped everyone off at their respective houses and then asked Jack 'where to?', he had hesitated. He didn't want the night to end there. And he certainly didn't want to end it without a good night kiss.
So he'd hesitated.
And then Tobey had said 'let's take a walk down by the pier' and Jack had said yes. So they had, and they had talked about utter nonsense, and it was comfortable and fun. Jack loved not having to be constantly nervous. Because this was Tobey and Tobey liked him and there were no games, no necessary over analysis.
No fear.
They had a nice walk and when Tobey had taken his hand briefly, Jack hadn't pulled away. Actually, he'd squeezed back and Tobey had ended up being the first to let go.
So now here they were, walking to Jack's door and Jack's palms are sweating -- because he'd invited Tobey in for a Coke and pink Snowballs and Tobey had responded, 'Well, how can I say no to that?'
Jack's hands shake as he turns the key in the door. He can feel the heat of Tobey's shoulder pressed against his.
[Okay, enter nervousness.]
He eventually, thankfully, gets the door open.
He switches on the light as Tobey takes off the jacket to his tux. Jack starts a little.
"Hope you don't mind. It's just I've been in this damn tux all night."
Jack chuckles, nervously. "Nah," he clears his throat, "fine," and does the same.
"I'll uh, get those Cokes."
"And the snowballs."
"And the snowballs," Jack smiles.
Tobey sits on the couch while he walks into the kitchen. Taking a deep breath, Jack grabs the snacks and returns to the living room.
They tear into their food, wildly, or perhaps, because they don't know what else to do.
Finally, Jack breaks the first uncomfortable silence they night.
"So.. did you have a good time?"
Tobey looks at him and lets out a long, nervous, exhale. "Yeah, I really did. It became increasingly better toward the end, though."
Jack ducks his head, feels the heat rushing to his face. "Yeah."
"I'm glad you went through with this, even though you didn't want to at first," he teases.
"Hey, I did want to."
Tobey looks at him with a dubious expression.
"I did! I just -- needed a push."
"Uh-huh. Suuurre."
"No, really."
"Hmph."
"Really!" Jack pushes him a little, attempting to hold back the laughter. And Tobey pushes back and soon they are laughing helplessly and wrestling on the couch until Tobey pins Jack back against the cushions and says, "admit defeat!" somewhat animatedly.
And Jack responds "Never!" and they are still wrestling when Tobey's hands become a caress on his arms, still laughing when the look in their eyes soon turns into something more than just humor -- still laughing when Tobey, Tobey this time, leans in slowly and brushes his lips across Jack's.
And Jack parts his lips ever so slightly, feels Tobey's lower one slip between both of his. He moves his arm to Tobey's back, strokes it lightly through the fabric as he tentatively inches his tongue out. Tobey gasps a little and then does the same.
They kiss lightly, tongues barely touching, lips learning the shape of each other's mouths, until Jack grasps Tobey's shirt and pushes a little more, kisses a little harder. And now they were kissing deeply, clumsily, still getting used to the feel of this, of one another.
They lay for long minutes, just immersing themselves in the sensations. Jack feels the nervousness slip away, thinks that he can't believe how right this feels.
Finally, they break away, breathing rapidly, their hands on each other's faces. And their cheeks are flushed and their lips are swollen.
Tobey ducks his head and chuckles. "I'd uh, better go."
Jack's face falls and he looks away. "Yeah, yeah right. Okay."
Tobey grasps Jack's jaw between his fingers. "I didn't mean it like that. What, you think I'd reject you now after my whole pursuit!"
Tobey is smiling so Jack has to smile too. He can't help it.
"Certainly not, Jack. It's just -- look, we both know you're not prepared to handle the long standing tradition of post prom sex right now."
Jack flushes and picks at Tobey's cufflink. "Very true."
"Okay then," Tobey laughs, "so let me get out of here before I embarrass myself."
Jack gives him a questioning look.
"I uh, don't exactly have a change of pants."
Jack furies his brow. "Change of -- oh. oh!" And he flushes even more.
Tobey shakes his head and kisses him gently. "So oblivious."
"Hey!"
Tobey just grins. "S'okay. It's one more thing I like about you."
And Jack has to kiss him for that one.
And so they get up and straighten their clothes and dispose of their snacks, all the while sneaking shy glances at one another.
Afterward, Jack walks him to the door.
"So, call you tomorrow?"
Jack nods. "Yeah. Definitely."
"Kay." Tobey leans in once more and kisses his cheek. "Night, Jack."
"Night."
Long after he shuts the door, the smile stays on his face. He carries it with him up to bed, drifts off to sleep with it, all the while thinking:
This year's prom blew last year's away.
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