Behind The Scenes (j/k)

part 29

Author's Name: Yoshh

Title: Behind The Scenes

Part: Classification: K/j

Rating: R

Short summary: *** this fanfic is a Josh and Katie romance that tells the story of the relationship Joshua Jackson and Katie Holmes behind the scenes of Dawson's Creek.***

She chuckled as she heard a soft hum that barely resembled a snore from his throat. "Morning." She whispered, shaking him gently. He grunted a little then swatted her hand away. "Wake up sweetie." She said a little louder this time. He rolled onto his back and kept on sleeping. She laid her head on his chest, loving how it went up and down with each of his breath. She lifted the hem of his wifebeater and little and let her fingers stroke the soft trail of hair below his belly button. "Joshie. Wake up." She said in a singsong voice. "No." He groaned out, kicking the blanket down to the foot of the bed. She tried to stifle a laugh as his morning tent came into full view. "Joshie." She cooed, flicking the erection with her fingers lightly. She shrieked a little as she felt him twitch. "Mmm…" He murmured in his sleep with a grin growing on his face. She lifted her hand and cupped his prominent bulge softly, holding it then pressing down gently, applying pressure.
"Mmm…" This time it was more like a moan. Her fingers wrapped themselves around him and she slowly started to move them up and down in a steady rhythm. His hips started to move up towards her hand and his fingers stroked her hair. He was awake. "Morning." She raised her head and turned to look at him. "Morning." He smiled, yawning a little. He raised an eyebrow as she continued stroking him. "Careful, I might just piss on you." She lurched back with a horrified look on her face. "I'm kidding!" He grabbed her before she fell off the bed. "I might… but definitely not piss." He chuckled. "I can't believe that you believed me!" He poked fun at her. "Shut up." She blushed, pushing him onto his back. "Whoa there!" He raised his hands in surrender. "You think that was funny?" She crawled on top of him, straddling his stomach. "It's not my fault that you are so fucking gullible." He grinned. "You know…" She gathered her hair up in her hands and moved a little. "I'm getting this ache…down there." She gasped out.
The look on his face was poor anguish and his hands were already on her waist. "I think that…" She moaned a little. He closed his eyes and started to move his hips to meet her rhythm. "I might just piss on you." She laughed out loud, pushing her hands down on his chest, making him yelp. "How's that for fucking gullible?" She smacked him a little on the stomach. "You're good." He flipped her over, pinning her under his weight.
"But you should finish off what you started." He pressed his hardness against her leg. "Make me." She smirked, sticking her tongue, which he instantly captured with his mouth. He wove his fingers through her dark hair as she kissed him back with equal fervor. She licked her swollen lips as he moved from her mouth to her neck, suckling gently. "Can we skip foreplay?" She pleaded softly. The warmth between her legs was spreading all over her body as she clung to him tightly. "You're not sore anymore?" He asked. "Only from the waiting." She gasped out as his fingers slipped under her panties. "I don't think we need to wait." He groaned as he felt how wet she already was. She clawed at his wifebeater, needing to rip apart all barriers.
"Lemme get rid of this." He raised himself and quickly stripped it off. She took this opportunity to push down her underwear. "God, you're so impatient." He commented. She didn't answer him. She just pulled him back on top of her and started to kiss him again hungrily. Her right hand went between their scorching bodies and she felt around for the opening that his boxer had. "Christ." He swore when he felt her cool hand on his arousal.
He sucked in a breath as she rubbed the tip of his cock to her slick opening. "My boxers." He whispered out against her ears. "This works too." She gently guided him in. The thought of his boxers flew out of his head as her warmth surrounded him completely. He buried his head in the crook of her neck as he slowly moved in and out of her. She hooked her ankles around his waist, her heels digging into his butt, urging him on. He pulled out of her nearly all the way before plunging back into her. The feeling of him filling her and the fabric of his boxers moving against her were driving her into frenzy.
He listened to her whimpers as he pounded into her over and over again. Her hands went around his neck and she held on with all her strength as she felt the wash of pleasure sweep over her body. He bit his lips as he felt her tighten around his length, begging for him to spill into her. She writhed under him, arching her back, coaxing him into release.
They panted with their foreheads resting against each other's, too tired and too exhausted to say a word. He slipped out of her and fell onto his back with his hand on his chest, trying to get his heart to beat at a more normal pace. She opened her eyes and looked down at the tank top, now drenched with their perspiration. For a couple of minutes, all that filled the room was the sound of their breathing. "I could get used to waking up like this every morning." He grinned. "Definitely." She agreed. "Minus the sweat though." She fanned herself. "Consider this exercise." "Are you calling me fat?" She pouted. "How did we go from exercise to fat?" He was confused.
"Cause I'm telling you, I am not fat!" She sat up, poking her stomach. "I didn't call you fat." He insisted. "Yes you did." She narrowed her eyes. "Listen, you are not fat. You are perfect." He said. "You're just backpedaling." She accused him. "And I'm not going to get into an argument with you." He kissed the top of her head and got out of the bed. "Where are you going?"
"To take a shower." He pulled down his boxers, which were wet, especially around the opening. She was hot and bothered and that was supposed to be before the sex, not after. The soaked tank top was clinging to her body, making her cringe. She peeled it off and let out a sigh of relief as the cool breeze hit her skin.
4 p.m. They had to get ready soon. She listened to the sound of the water in the shower and couldn't stop imagining the drops coursing down his body. She looked at herself again. She definitely needed a shower too. She jumped out of bed and quickly padded to the bathroom.
She could see his silhouette through the fogged up glass door. She paused for a minute, checking herself out in the mirror. "I am not fat." She muttered to herself with then quietly slipped through the shower door. "Decided to join me?" He mused, lathering his hair at the same time. "Something like that." She shrugged, putting her palm out to test the temperature of the water. "You're not here to finish that argument are you?" He raised an eyebrow in suspicion. "No." She rolled her eyes. "Then…" He trailed off to let her complete the sentence. She reached for the bar of soap and slowly rubbed in on her arm.
"Did it ever occur to you that I just wanted a shower?" She brought the soap to his chest as he turned around to rinse the shampoo from his hair. "I don't know. You came in here looking determined." He took the soap from her hands, lathering it before letting his hand run from the base of her neck to her chest.
"Maybe...just maybe, I wanted to start something this time." She leaned towards him and kissed him, parting his lips then slipping her tongue in. "You can't possible want more after…" He said in a muffled voice into her mouth.
She grabbed the soap and let it drop onto the floor, not caring that they could potentially slip and crack their skulls. She pulled back from the kiss and closed her mouth over his earlobe.
He pulled her into his arms, letting her stiff nipples brush against his chest. He could feel the beginning of an arousal between his legs. He tried to turn off the running water, but Katie kept pushing him up against the wall, making it an impossible task. "Katie." He groaned as she let her hand slide down his smooth stomach. She kept pushing against his erection, ignoring his words. "God." He held onto her waist, trying to gain control of the situation. Her leg started to intertwine with his, opening her core to him little by little. In one swift move, he lifted her up, letting her legs wrap neatly around his waist.
She gasped as she felt him against her and slowly started to grind herself against him. He put his head back against the ceramic wall and placed his hands on the round curves of her ass. With all the squirming and rubbing she was doing, his fingers occasionally slipped and touched where she ached.
He felt her hand move between their bodies, reaching for his thick cock, needing to feel him inside her fast. He kicked the fogged up shower door open with an impatience that he didn't think he had. They quickly made their way back to the messy bed, where he laid her down, her ankles still hooked around his waist. Her back arched as she begged him to enter her and release her from this torturous ache. He easily slid into her fast and she whimpered softly from the satisfaction.
She sifted through the snacks in the crafts and service trailer, needing her daily dose of jellybeans. Today they were re-shooting a scene, which she honestly didn't think they needed to. She had around an hour before she would have to get back to make up. "Thought I might see you here." She turned around and saw her boyfriend, making his way towards her. "Just looking for-" "I'll help." He offered with a smile. She couldn't help, but giggle. "What?" He asked in a confused voice. "Just remembering the last time we were in here together scavenging for jellybeans." She grinned, continuing her search. He laughed a little.
"You don't remember?" She narrowed her eyes at him. He stopped his movements then stared into her eyes. "Café Latte, your favorite." He recited from memory. "So you do remember." She pursed her lips together, blushing a little. He pulled her towards him so that her back was against his chest and wrapped his arms around her. "I wanted you so bad." He brought his nose to her hair and breathed in the faint scent of shampoo. "Really?" She was obviously enjoying this. "I thought I was going to bust my pants." He chuckled, remembering how her lips closed around his fingers when he fed her the jellybean.
"Now if we could only find the jellybeans." She teased, pushing off of him. He groaned, tightening his grip, not allowing her to leave his grasp. She had pushed off a sensitive area of his body.
"Don't bust your pants again." She giggled, rubbing her butt against his arousal. "Do you really need your jellybeans?" He asked, nibbling her neck. "You know I need those." She wiggled against him on purpose. "Like now?" He slipped a finger under her shirt and slowly rubbed small circles on her smooth stomach. "Oh I don't know…" She trailed off, grinding against him. His hand traveled further north, cupping her breast with his palm. Her arms reached behind their closely knitted body and she kneaded his hips with her fists, pressing him closer to her.
"Katie." He groaned out as she threw her head back into the crook of his neck, giving him a clear view down her shirt. His fingers slowly worked their way under the wire supporting her bra and she gasped as his cool hand came into contact with her hot skin. "You know…" She whispered. "Maybe we can come look for the jellybeans later." She turned around so fast that he nearly stumbled, his hand still caught in her bra. She tried to keep a straight face as he regained his balance then held his hand in hers and pulled him out of the crafts and services trailer, heading for a more private place where they could continue this trip down memory lane.

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