The Bubble Bath
By Harlie ([email protected])


Spoilers: The episodes in season three where Jen and Pacey were sort of together, Leery Christmas party and ski trip episodes in season four
Timeline: Some time in the spring before the end of season four
Disclaimer: I am well aware that Jack is gay as is Jen throughout this story. Please do not flame me because of the sexual nature of the story. It is just a story after all, plus many gay men can and have had sexual relations with women!



Jen let the door slam behind her as she raced to answer the phone. "Hello?"

"Hey, Jen."

"Hey, Jackers. What's up?"

"Not a whole lot at the moment. But, I do have an idea."

"Oh, really, what?"

"Come on over and I'll show you."

"Jack, I'm a mess." She glanced down at her dirt-covered pants.

"Doesn't matter. Toss your pjs and a change of clothes in a bag and get over here."

"But, Grams..."

"Has a ladies auxiliary meeting and said as long as we join her for breakfast tomorrow, to have a nice time together."

Jen stuck her tongue out at her reflection in the toaster, pretending he could see her. "Fine, I'll be there as soon as I clean up."

"Not necessary. I'm running you a bath."

"Oh, it's girl's night, is it?"

Jack paused before answering. "Not exactly. Jen, would you just get over here before I change my mind and join Gram's instead."

"You wouldn't!"

"Jen..."

"Okay, okay, I'm on my way." She was laughing as she headed back outside to put away the gardening tools.

Jack was watching for her arrival. As he saw her make her way up the driveway, he went into the bathroom between Andie's old room and his own. He added apple scented bubble bath to the half full tub.

Jen had just reached the top of the staircase when Jack came out of his room. "So, I'm here. What's your idea?"

He took the knapsack from off her shoulder, shrugged it onto his own then placed both of his hands on her shoulders and guided her into the bathroom. He had stopped briefly in the bedroom to leave her bag by his closet. Once in the bathroom he dropped his hands and leaned over the tub to shut off the water.

"To what do I owe this?" she questioned.

"Well, you've seemed a bit frustrated lately and I thought this would be a good way to relieve it."

"Jackers, no offense, but if a bubble bath was all I needed I would have had one weeks ago. What I need is..."

"Jen, trust me."

She looked up at him and something in his eyes made her give in.

"Now get undressed and hop in."

She waited, but instead of leaving he proceeded to unbutton his shirt. "Uhm, what are you doing?"

"Joining you."

"What?!"

"I said..."

"I heard what you said. I just don't believe what you said."

"You need to relax and I know just how to make that happen."

"But..."

He didn't allow her to finish before he continued, "We'll start with the bath and see where or what it leads to."

"But..." Jen was staring at him in complete astonishment.

"I know what you're thinking."

"Glad you do," she murmured.

"You're thinking, where is my dear, sweet, GAY Jackers. And who is this sex focussed male specimen?"

Jen nodded. "I'm still gay, Jen. But that doesn't mean I can't help you sexually."

"You would...do that...for me?"

"And more, Jen. I don't want you to ever feel the need to consider having emotionless sex again just to feel loved or get relief. Come to me if the need arises and like we are about to, we'll handle it, together."

"You're too much, Jack, but thank you." She reached for him and pulled him into a tight hug. "If we are going to do this though..."

"Jen..."

"Yeah?"

"Strip." Her eyes widened a bit then crinkled as she grinned wickedly. "You first," she breathed against the side of his neck.

Jack put just enough distance between them as he kicked off his loafers, followed by his shirt then shorts and boxers. Jen was having a hard time swallowing by the time her best friend stood gloriously naked before her.

Reining in her racing nerves she reached down and grasped the hem of her tee-shirt and drew it up and over her head. Expecting Jack to stop her at any moment she moved her hands slowly to the button of her pants and hesitated.

Jack had moved behind her so when his arms came around her and undid the button and lowered the zipper for her, she froze. He pushed the material down along with her panties. She stepped free of the bunched cloth and her sandals. Before standing back up, Jack dropped a light kiss to the back of both her knees. Jen swayed but he held her in place with a well placed arm around her waist.

"Jack, I..."

"Shh." He straightened then stepped backward into the tub, lifting her into the water, as well. She began to turn in his arms to face him but he held her still. Once she relaxed she settled her head against his shoulder. Jack brushed his hands up her arms to her collarbone and on the way back down brought the straps from her bra. Sliding his arms around her he cupped her breasts in his hands and flipped open the clasp to release the full weight of them.

Jen moaned and arched her back filling his hands completely with her aching breasts. Her nipples were taut and stood out like proud mountain peaks against his palm.

It took several seconds for her to realize Jack was lowering them into the hot water in which they stood. He lay back and brought her flush against his chest. His hands had been lowered from her breasts and were now wrapped protectively over her stomach.

"For a gay guy, you sure know all the right spots to touch on a woman," Jen whispered.

"I have done this before, remember?"

"Yes, I remember. But it was once, how long ago? You're an awesome lover, Jack. Deal with it."

"I've barely touched you."

"My point exactly. You're going to ruin me for other men, Jackers."

"Do you want me to stop then? I'm sure I can come up with another way to relieve your frustration and just wash your back for now."

"Please, no." Jen lowered her head to hide the embarrassed blush coloring her face. She couldn't believe she was begging her gay best friend not to stop doing what? Making love to her. "Jack, what are you getting out of this?"

A less snappish Jen Lindley. A little release of my own." He smiled when her eyebrows shot up. "An opportunity to see you genuinely smile again."

"You always make me smile. It's one of the reasons I love you so much."

"I love you, too, Jen. But you need this and believe me, in a way, I do, too."

"All right. So, what are the ground rules?" she turned around in the tub and kneeled around his legs, effectively straddling him. He could feel the heat from her core on his flaccid penis and was a bit surprised to feel a slight stirring of arousal low in his belly.

"Realistically, I think full intercourse is likely going to be out, but I did buy condoms just in case." Jack watched a medley of emotions pass over Jen's face with that declaration. "That being said, pretty much everything else I'm up for," he stopped, brought his hands up to cradle her face, "or will do my best to be up for, for you."

Jen leaned closer to him and kissed him lightly on the lips. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," he replied against her mouth, deepening the brief kiss she had started by running his tongue along her lower lip. Like the night of the ski trip, the kiss rapidly grew in intensity, but where that one had fizzled out as reality intruded, this one grew more tender.

Again, Jack's body surprised him as he began to grow hard, pressing on Jen's inner thigh. She stretched upward and slipped her legs around his hips with his assistance. Neither questioned their ability to know the other's desire without words. The kiss blossomed from one to many as Jack bathed Jen's neck and shoulders with the gentle caress of his lips and tongue.

Arching back in his arms, that held her firmly yet gently, she let out a loud gasp as his mouth closed over one of her pebbled nipples. He sucked playfully at first, using his teeth and the tip of his tongue to further worry the dusty rose area of her breasts to even harder peaks. Hearing her reaction, he latched on to one and sucked with focus.

Jen shifted and bucked against Jack and felt the answering pulse of his penis seeking her core. She fought the urge to reach down and fit the tip of him into where she wanted him most. Instead she slapped her hands onto the tile wall on both sides of Jack's head and rocked in rhythm to his own increasing movement.

The force of desire and need coursing through him knocked his concentration for a bit and he actually lost his grip on her breast as she moved with her strengthening arousal. Realizing just how much he did indeed want to be inside of his very female best friend, Jack very nearly positioned himself at her entrance for the final connection between them to be made.

Easing a hand between them, Jack entered Jen hard and fast with his two longest fingers instead. He was rewarded with the sound of his name coming from Jen in a deep sigh as she climaxed. She was hot, wet, and surprisingly tight. The orgasm rippled through her and he felt his own relief building as Jen managed to gather his testicles in one of her hands. She had lowered the hand to brush her damp hair from her eyes.

Barely able to see through the haze of her gratification she found his mouth. The way her tongue was ramming in and out of his mouth, it mimicked what she was doing now with the use of both her hands. One was wrapped around his length pumping him, the other with fingers edging further between his spread legs to below his scrotum.

When had they changed positions to accommodate her exploration of him, he wondered then lost the train of thought totally. Jen had found the opening she sought and a blinding kaleidoscope of colors exploded to cloud his vision and draw him over the edge of his own orgasm.

It was the sound of teeth chattering that brought him back to reality. Jen was curled up to him sideways, breathing softly between chattering and shivering. What was left of the water in the tub had grown cold while they had both recovered from the effects of their little experiment.

"Jen, we need to get out of the tub."

"No, comfy."

"You're cold and so, am I."

"I fix." She leaned back then reached up and fit her lips with perfect aim to Jack's. The kiss exploded. They both should have been satiated, but instantly they were both ready for more. Much more, Jack realized as he felt himself begin to harden again.

"Jack, are you sure you're not 'up' for going all the way?" Jen had felt his growing erection. Although, what they had already shared was beyond anything she had ever expected, still she harbored the fantasy of her and Jack joining as a man and a woman. As two people who loved each other. As her and Jack and one night of phenomenal love making.

"I thought I was sure," he murmured and pushed Jen away from him so he could stand.

From her place still seated she questioned him, "What do you mean?"

"It's nothing. Get out of here before you get sick."

Jen ignored him and repeated her earlier question. Undaunted, Jack moved around her and pulled the plug before stepping out of the swirling water. She watched him closely and saw his gaze rake briefly over her before he turned away to wrap a towel about his waist.

She saw clearly the desire and confusion warring in his eyes. "Jack, please talk to me," she called after him as he gathered up their discarded clothes and left her alone in the bathroom.

As the last of the water drained out she rose and wrapped the other towel around her. A slight smile played at the corners of her mouth noting that the bathmat was saturated and there was water pooled on the floor beyond as well.

Not stopping to dry herself off she ran fingers through her hair to brush it off her face, squared her shoulders and headed into the bedroom. It was empty.

She listened until she could just make out the sound of the washing machine filling before she headed downstairs to corner Jack. "Ignoring me isn't going to make me drop this, McPhee," she said to his back as she came up behind him.

He said nothing in reply, but she watched as the muscles of his broad shoulders tensed and the corresponding ones in his neck corded. "Dammit, Jack. This was your idea. Please don't let it tear us apart."

Jen came closer until she was right behind him. Standing on tiptoes, she placed her hands on his back and slid them upwards to give her leverage then placed a kiss at his nape. The shudder and groan that escaped him stunned even her.

Jack barely registered turning around before he had Jen in his arms and was lifting her on to the top of the dryer. Like before the kiss was fiery in its heat. Their tongues mated much like the way he knew they were about to. There was no denying the sexual need he was having for Jen. He had known for months that she dreamt and fantasized about him. Now he was about to make both her wishes and apparently his own come true.

Gentling his touch, he pulled away the towel from her body then did the same to his own. Jack fondled Jen's breasts, squeezing them and rubbing them until he was sure he could feel the weight difference brought on by her arousal. Releasing her mouth he skipped straight to her closest nipple and drank hungrily. Only his arms locked securely around her waist and back kept her from hitting her head when she arched her back to give him more of her.

Moving lower still, he kissed over her quivering stomach, playing hide and seek in her belly button with his tongue. Dropping both his hands to her hips he pulled her to the edge of her perch and crouched to meet his target. She jerked slightly as his tongue lapped over her folds then probed along the seam to gain access to her nubbin. She rocked forward and his tongue made first contact with her swollen clit and her juices. The taste of her was intoxicating to him.

He felt the hardening of his penis to the point of almost being painful. He wanted to be inside of Jen and this time he wouldn't fight the urge unless she stopped him.

Jen was completely awestruck. She had not expected for there to be another opportunity to find herself in Jack's arms ever again as a lover, far less for it to be at his urging so soon after his leaving her alone in the tub. She writhed against his seeking tongue as he lapped up her essence flowing freely out of her. Never before had she been with anyone who could arouse her so completely so easily.

When she felt the loss of his mouth over her core she protested loudly with a groan, but he stifled that quickly when his lips reclaimed hers and then she felt it. Jack had positioned the tip of himself at her entrance.

Forcibly she yanked her mouth from his and somehow managed to mumble his name. He used the hand that wasn't guiding his penis into her opening to grasp the back of her neck to try to ease her face forward to continue their joining completely.

"Jack, no." He kept coming. She laid a hand on both of his stopping his progress. "I said, no."

"But, you want this. I..."

"Yes, Jack, I DO. But, what about you?" Finally, he lowered his hand and let himself slip from her entrance.

He leaned forward so their foreheads were touching then spoke, "Believe it or not, Jen, I want this as much as you. Why, I don't know. But, I want to be inside of you, to feel you come around me."

"Oh," was all Jen could manage as a reply.

"Yeah, oh." Jack cradled her face in his hands and their gazed locked.

Several silent minutes passed as the washer ran through its cycles and stopped. Jack wrapped his arms around Jen and helped her down from the dryer. On her feet once more she stayed in his embrace. Running her fingers through the hair at the base of his skull she lightly kissed along his jaw line. Feeling no resistance, she moved up to his chin.

He looked down at her and met the kiss headed for his mouth half way. This kiss was tender, gentle, and telling, at least for Jack. As before he felt the surge of desire and his body's response to it. Gay or not, the love he felt for Jen was superceding that for him. With her in his arms he wanted to be her lover in every way, if only this one time. He pulled his head up and waited until she stopped groaning in protest and opened her eyes to say anything.

"I can't and won't make any promises to you about the future, but if you want me," He almost laughed when her eyebrows shot up and her eyes made an obvious sweep of their naked, clutched bodies. "I want to make love to you."

"No, I don't think that's a good idea, Jack, however," she rushed to continue before he could argue, "if you want to make love with me, I'm ready."

She felt the tension which had tightened his hold around her waist relax as he drew her even closer to fit her frame to his own. His growing erection was hard against her belly. Now that the decision had been made to truly have sex, she found herself admiring the length and width of him. Not the stuff of some romance stories, but impressive all the same.

Jen moved a hand between them and along his shaft, licking her lips in anticipation. Jack noting the expression on her face knew he had to do something or they would indeed end up making love for the first time in the laundry room. First time? Did that mean he intended for this to happen again after today? He shook his head to clear it of those thoughts. His focus needed to be on here and now. "Jen?"

"Uh huh?" she mumbled as she kissed and licked all over his chest.

"Jen."

"Yeah?"

"Not here."

"Why not? It was your place of choice twenty minutes ago."

"That's when I was only looking to get us both some relief."

And now?" she stopped her ministrations to his nipples and leaned against the dryer to put a bit of space between them and get a clearer look at his face.

Jack thought a minute then said, "You decide. We can go back upstairs or the living room."

"Wait. Let me get this straight. My options are a wet bathroom or the couch?"

"No. You have your choice between ravishing me in my bed or I'll build a fire, bring down some blankets and we can..."

"Living room, it is." Jen cut him off as the image of being in his arms in front of another fire filled her thoughts.

"I have to agree." He bent down far enough to kiss the tip of her nose.

"Give me a few minutes."

"I'll do you one better, Jackers. You see to the fire, I'll get the blankets."

"On one condition."

"What?"

He didn't answer her directly with words, but reclaimed her mouth in a purposeful caress of lips to lips. When they parted and took a moment to fill their lungs with much needed air, Jen reached for her towel still lying on the dryer.

"Go start the fire, lover boy. I'll finish up here and be down in a hurry."

"Jen."

"Yeah?" She was already pulling their clothing from the washer.

"Thank you."

"For what?" She tossed everything in the dryer and smiled at the thought of their clothes being as intimately tangled as they were about to be.

"Making this one of the best ideas I've ever come up with."

"Well, you always were a smart one. Now, get going before I change my mind and simply go upstairs and..."

The rest of her statement was silenced by Jack's tongue entering her mouth and doing a fairly excellent imitation of what his slowly rocking hips were promising her aching body. She felt herself growing wet again.

"Blankets."

"Fire." They said in unison and broke apart both heading out of the laundry room and to their separate tasks.

The fire was blazing and the room was becoming comfortably warm. Jack had already spread the throw from the couch on the floor and was fiddling with the wood pile as Jen reentered the room. She observed the way the muscles in his back bunched and moved easily with appreciation. Gay or not, Jack had definite sex appeal. Not just on a physical level either, Jen had come to really love him for who he was as a whole.

Doubt regarding what they were about to do flooded her senses. They had been in a similar situation before and reality had pulled them apart. Were they being foolish to put themselves right back there? Granted, they were sober this time. Not only that, but Jack had instigated their coming together.

As she stood with her arms filled with blankets and the pillows from his bed, he turned as if sensing her presence and their gazes merged in longing. The desire, love, friendship, and certainty she saw in his eyes calmed her. Her doubts vanished. He walked to meet her part way as she moved further into the room. They worked silently together to create a makeshift bed of the blanket, pillows and cushions from the couch.

When everything was arranged just to their liking, Jack crawled into the middle and held his arms open for Jen to join him. She stepped onto their haven and kneeled in front of him. Raising her hands she cupped his face then brought her lips to meet his. Jack wrapped his arms around her middle and tipped them to one side. They landed in a tangled heap of laughter, kisses, towels, and appendages.

Jack shifted around until he had Jen comfortably molded to his body beneath him. Their kissing never relented. Tongues danced, hands caressed to bring about earlier discovered pleasures, and bit by bit Jen spread her legs to accommodate Jack. He moved his hips against hers to find the best position for them both.

Slipping his hands down from her hips to just below her butt, Jack lifted Jen and moved to enter her. All thoughts of condoms forgotten.

Jen murmured something by his ear halting his progress.

"Huh?"

"Condom," Jen moaned.

"Oh, s-. Sorry." He rolled off of her and felt around the top of the stripped couch for the box. With it in hand he sat back landing beside Jen. She reached up and took the box from him. Removing a few she tossed the box back toward the couch. Jack's eyebrows were nearly to his hairline when he counted the number of foil wrappers in her hand. Nine.

"Uh, Jen."

"Problem, Jackers?" The mischievous grin on her face even made her eyes sparkle.

"No, no, I'm fine."

"Good. Come closer so I can help you on with this." Jen shoved eight of the packets under the pillows and tore open the last one.

Jack had softened some, but she was unfazed. Leaning down she blew lightly on his penis. When he began to respond, she flicked her tongue along his opening and then around the circumference of the head. Jack moaned and bucked slightly against her mouth.

Enjoying the response she was getting from him, she took him fully into her mouth and let the momentum of his movements do the rest. In less than a minute Jack was hard once more and growing harder. She could see the effect of his impending orgasm by his shrinking scrotum.

Releasing him from her mouth, he was the one protesting with a groan of displeasure and frustration. It readily became a whimper as Jen rolled the condom on. She pushed him onto his back then straddled him while impaling herself at last on his length. Their duel cries of release echoed off the walls and ceiling like an ode to nature.

It was sometime before either was truly conscience of the other. Jen was sprawled on top of Jack and he had one arm resting on her behind and the other on her neck. Neither of them spoke, they simply listened to the slowing breathing pattern of their lover and relished the aftermath.

Finally, Jack spoke, "Jen."

"Yeah?"

"How do you feel?"

"Very relaxed."

"Excellent. So, where's my smile?"

Jen raised her head so Jack could see the expression on her face. A dazzling smile.

"Even if things hadn't turned out as unexpectedly well. The look on your face right now would have made it all worthwhile."

She leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss on the chin. "You, Jack McPhee, are one in a million. You're the best, gay, lover, friend a woman could ever want."

"You're too much, Jen."

"I love you, too, Jack."

His response was a kiss.

The End