Part two, “Caught a light sneeze”
Rating: PG-13 (Will get very NC-17)
Summary: blah blah and blah, and then blah. Ooh!
Note: thanks for the lovely feedback guys, wow, I seriously wasn’t expecting any. Cool.
Class: D/Jo, P/Jo, P/Au
*****
That first night, they anchored off the coast of somewhere in Massachusetts Bay, and enjoyed dinner on the deck with lavish items such as lobster and red wine which Pacey had smuggled aboard.
“What are those islands, over there?” Joey mused, gesturing to the East, where in the candlelit glow, they could make out what looked like lumps of dark hills rising up in the middle of the Atlantic.
“I actually don’t know. Uninhabited Islands for sure—they’re tiny.” Pacey answered, and Audrey took a sip of wine before saying, “We should go check them out tomorrow.”
“Aren’t we travelling to like, Canada or something?” Dawson asked, and Joey laughed, “I think we’ll be staying in the American region.”
“Phew.”
The conversation stilted when Audrey and Pacey started to kiss, throwing their inhibitions to the wind after six glasses drunk together. Joey had to turn her head away, feeling tugs of…what?
“I think we’re…I’m ready for bed.” Audrey feigned a yawn, breaking away from him and sharing a sly look with him.
“Oh yes, you do look tired.” Joey said lightly, watching the two get up, smiling slightly.
“Night.” Pacey saluted them, guiding Audrey downstairs into the cabin.
“I guess we’re the poor souls who must clean up.” Joey sighed, and Dawson nodded, starting to pick up items. They washed up, talking about the events of the day—the swimming in the cold deep blue water despite the balmy weather, Audrey’s maybe sighting of a shark, and the embarrassing near fatal moment when he had walked in on Audrey getting changed, searching for Pacey. “At least she didn’t ask you to join her…” Joey giggled, earning a slap on the arm with a dishrag.
“Okay, well I am gone. So…lets experiment with this whole bed thing.”
“You make it sound so seedy.”
“This isn’t so bad.” Joey yawned some moments later, lying on her side, her back to Dawson’s front. “It’s warm.”
“Just don’t snore, or I’ll throw you overboard!”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Try me.”
Joey laughed, thumping him in the chest. “Good night.”
She got a shock the next morning before breakfast, waddling out in her PJ’s to find herself half expanded in the air, crashing into the icy water. “Shit!” she shrieked, growling at Audrey who burst out into laughter above in the boat, at the sight of Joey who looked like a drowned rat. “I warned you…” Dawson said from above, reaching out to help her back in.
“You…oh you are so dead! You’re the one who needs icy water! Here, let me show you.” And with a sharp tug he found himself underwater, in the middle of Joey’s wrath.
“What the fuck?” Pacey watched the two, wrestling in the water, dazed. He was holding a jug of coffee. “It’s eight in the morning for Christs sake.”
“Joey’s a snorer.” Audrey told him, turning around and pouring coffee from his jug into her cup.
****
“Where are we heading?” Joey asked Pacey over the roar of the engines.
“Just down South. Cape Cod?”
“Eh. Too many Harvard Law students.”
Pacey chuckled and turned his head to smile at her. “Where, then? Any request my lady? Martha’s Vineyard? Long Island?”
“Australia?”
“Hmmm. I heard Australians don’t take too nicely to four obnoxious small town teen-folk who talk too much about themselves.”
“Okay, I’m fine with Martha’s.”
“Key West?” their eyes met in a moment of memory.
“Ooh, Martha’s Vineyard is supposed to be gorgeous this time of year.” Audrey exclaimed, stepping up onto the driver’s platform, wrapping her arms around her boyfriend.
“Yeah, I heard that too.” Joey nodded, taking her eyes off her roommate’s boyfriend. Dawson watched from below, his face thoughtful.
When Joey went down to join him, he got up, smiling apologetically and went into the mini kitchen.
Joey sat at the back of the boat and watched the waves glisten under the sunlight.
To Be Continued
Part Three, “Calm before the storm”
(Posted by Hudson)
*****
Audrey’s legs hung over the railing, and she admired her golden tan—acquired after only three days. She was very proud of it. Joey joined her and they both stretched their legs out, admiring their tans. “You go very olive. It’s very sexy. You should see the guys looking at you with that thing on…” Audrey giggled, snapping the string of Joey’s black bikini top. “Even Pacey looked like he’d lose it...and as for your toy boy?”
“Toy boy? Where does that come from?”
“He wants you. I can see it..”
Joey gasped, “That is so…just not right. Audrey, come on…”
“I’m sorry, but honesty is my thing. I have to play it once in a while.”
“Honesty makes you annoying. And he does not ‘want’ me. I know because he slept with someone else in LA, and we’re too…well…it…”
Joey had run out of steam.
Audrey patted Joey’s leg. “Hey. You know, if it hasn’t worked out, at least you know you’ll always be friends.”
“I guess.”
“Well…isn’t this place…nice? It’s very storybook old. Yet hunky new,” Audrey changed the subject.
They were at Martha’s, in the docking bay at Tisbury. The boys were fishing on the other side of the boat, yelling every time they felt something tug their lines.
Tourists walked by and waved at the pretty girls, and several workman with tanned backs stopped to admire and even talk to the two.
“I know I’m a horrible influence on you bunny, but my god some of those men are hot and…”
“I’m not getting off this boat. In fact, I think I will go get a drink.”
“Okay sweets.” Audrey tickled her waist and got up as well, eyeing her delicious boy.
Without a word, she tapped Pacey on the back, and then turned and retreated into the boat. Pacey exchanged looks with a surprised and then fascinated and then grossed out Dawson who shrugged and took Pacey’s line from him.
“He looks possessed.” Joey chirped, sitting down next to Dawson and tossing him a coke.
“Yeah. Most guys are when their girlfriends play sex games with their minds.”
“You looked like that your entire relationship with Jen.” Joey quipped lightly, knocking open her coke bottle lid.
Dawson almost choked on his coke, but he laughed anyway. “Um, yeah I probably…did.”
“Caught anything yet?’ she asked, stretching her legs out in the sun.
“Huh?” Dawson tore his eyes away from her extended leg and grinned, “Oh no, we’re just seeing if we can get bites and then letting them go.”
“Right. Hmm. Rockin’ fun.”
“Hmm. When this boat starts a’ rockin’ do you want to go and get some lunch somewhere?”
“I like the way your mind works.”
“You should see me when I’m possessed.”
“Hmm.”
He helped her up and they shared a quick, flirtatious smile.
****
“This is heaven.” Audrey sighed, stretching and then curling up against Pacey. “I can only hope Joey and Dawson are enjoying themselves as much as we are.”
“Two copulating couples are just crazy. Hey. They’re not…you know…” Pacey sat up and frowned in confusion. “…Are they? Do you know something I don’t?”
“No, I don’t actually. Or Joey isn’t telling me something.”
“I swear I heard something coming from their cabin last night.”
“You look so serious, Pacey…” Audrey laughed, kissing his brow.
“I could always give Jo a sex talk complete with a six pack of condoms.”
“Ha.” Pacey lay back down and stroked her shoulder. There was a strange buzzing noise from up cabin, and Pacey groaned, “It’s the warning transmitter.”
“Just ignore it.”
*****
Dawson and Joey returned from lunch full but happy, having enjoyed a long walk through town and basking in the sun. “Heya.” Pacey was up on deck, rigging some rope attached to the dock.
“Good, you’re back. We’re leaving, before things get too rough out there.”
“Rough? Anything wrong?” Dawson asked, helping Joey into the boat.
“Some piss-pot storm off in the Atlantic.”
“That shouldn’t affect us, though, should it?” Joey brushed her hands on her shorts.
“Knowing my luck, probably. But you never know.”
“Hey.” Audrey came out of the bathroom towel drying her hair. “How was your little date?”
“It wasn’t, and, really good.”
“Have a shower, coz the hot water will go soon, okay?”
“Okay.”
****
“Hey man, you know how I’m straight with you, and I tell you stuff about me and Audrey…” the two guys were in the kitchen while the boat swiftly moved on automatic, down south.
“Yeah I almost called Audrey Hot Stuff the other night…” Dawson laughed. He grabbed another coke from the mini fridge.
“Don’t interrupt. Anyway, you gotta be straight with me, right?”
“Right. And, I thought I was…?”
“Are you sleeping with Joey?”
“What?” Dawson stopped in removing the lid. “What? No…I mean…no, no I’m not and if I was it’s not really your business.”
“It kinda could be. I mean, she’s my ex girlfriend and a good friend. You know, I’m looking out for her.” Dawson’s look prompted Pacey to then add, “And I’m going to ask Joey the same question and tell her you’re my best buddy and I gotta look out for you.”
“You know how I threw Joey overboard?”
“Yeah. Good stuff.”
“How about I do that to you, but in shark infested waters?”
“Point taken but not necessarily believed.”
“Start making dinner, chief boy.”
“Done.”
Before Dawson left, they grinned at each other.
Aw. He cared.
****
Dawson yawned as he threw himself on the small cabin bed. He was exhausted, and damn confused. The situation they were in—it was almost as bad as it was last year, and the year before. Jeez. But he was going to get over it---he was certainly almost there. The girl in L.A was a spontaneous thing, the waitress who asked for his number today was hardly a serious thing, but he was on his way. It just pissed him off. He got up and picked up his bag, rifling through it for clothes. The door swung open and Joey rushed in, shivering from a sudden swift of cold.
“Oh! I thought you were upstairs.” She clutched her towel tighter around her.
“I’m about to change, but I can go elsewhere.” He couldn’t stop hi eyes travelling over her.
“Sure, I mean…” Joey gestured in the air, “I…” the towel slipped and Dawson quickly looked away. “I think I better be going,” he quickly grabbed his clothes and sped from the room.
Before she shut the door, Joey met eyes with Pacey who was coming out of the bathroom. She shut the door quickly and with a deep sigh, sat down onto the bed, her face red as she remembered her dream the other night. The two guys…and her…alone on an island…she had woken up with a shock when she had rolled over too far and fallen onto the floor.
TO BE CONTINUED
