Title: All For You
Author: Jade 
Rating: NC-17. Angst, suicidal thoughts, implied het
sex, m/m sex. All that fun stuff.
Feedback: jade27_al@yahoo.com
Pairing: Jay/Silent Bob (Of course..)
Disclaimer: Alas, I don't own any of these characters.
Kevin Smith, Miramax, View Askew, etc.. own them. I'm
just borrowing them for a bit. Don't mind me. And by
"mind" I mean sue. Don't sue me. I'm poor anyway.
Spoilers: Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back
Distribution: Go for it
Archive: Yes
Notes: Someone wanted a line about "Boo-Boo Kitty
Fuck." It's in here somewhere. Also, thank you for
warming me of all of the speeling airors Loona!
*giggle*

Woo! I finished it! Finally!

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Silent Bob sat in the chair fuming quietly. Pretty in
Pink was playing, but for once he wasn't watching it.
He was watching Jay. And Justice. Especially Justice.
Just sitting there on his couch. Watching his movie,
drinking his beer, cuddling his Jay, *his* Jay. He
tried not to let it bother him. Instead he hid behind
a beer bottle and a pack of cigarettes. He'd been
drinking all night. hoping he'd pass out soon. But no
such luck. It just made him slightly buzzed and even
more aggravated. Then he saw it. He wished he hadn't,
but he did. Justice stretched up from her previous
position laying with her head in Jay's lap ("Face up,
thank God!" Bob thought.), up to his face and kissed
him. I mean kissed him. We're talking porno-tongue
folks...

*That's it.* Bob thought as he got up. *I need to
leave before one of them gets their spine removed..*

"Yo Lunchbox, you getting another beer?" Jay asked

Bob shook his head.

"There where you going?"

Bob nodded towards the door.

"Get some wraps while your out." Jay grinned, then
resumed kissing Justice. Bob scowled and stormed out
the door. Once outside, he leaned against the wall,
lit another cigarette and silently began crying. Now,
Bob liked Justice all right. She liked John Hughes
flicks, poetry, and all that good stuff. But it was
the fact that Jay and she "got along so well." He was
hoping Jay would just forget all about her after a few
weeks. But he didn't. He counted down the days until
she got out. And when she did, he was there waiting
for her. He invited her to stay at *their* apartment
without even asking him. Just until she quote, "got on
her feet."

*Now she's spending most of the time on her back.* Bob
snorted. He couldn't even fucking jack off without
them giving him a run for his money in the next room.
This was fucked up. And he hated it. Why couldn't
Justice just be a lesbian or something? 

And why did he have to fall for the stupid bastard?
He'd loved him since the moment he'd figured out what
exactly love was, but was too chicken shit to say
anything. And now this chick was in the scene. Sure,
they'd both had their fair share of women, but it was
all one-night stands and shit. He'd had a girlfriend
when he was about 15 or 16, but they'd broken up a few
months afterwards because, he'd realized later, she
wasn't Jay.

Digging into his trench, Bob flicked away the dead
cigarette and grabbed a fresh pack. He'd been walking
for probably an hour or so already, just immersed in
his thoughts. He would have gone to Banky, but he
wouldn't get help from there anymore. Unlike himself,
Banky had moved on.

Bob leaned against the bridge railing, staring down at
the dark, black water running below. It was probably
cold. Looked deep enough though. The trench would help
keep the chill off.. for a little bit anyway. But by
then it would be too late. There wouldn't be enough
time from the cold to register hopefully.. *Just don't
hold your breath... Jesus! What am I thinking!?* Bob
mentally smacked himself. *Whether he loves you the
way you love him or not, he'd still cry, you dumbass.
He'd cry his beautiful chocolate brown eyes out and
you'd have to watch it in the afterlife.*

No, killing himself wasn't an option at this point. He
knew it never would be. Even if they, for some reason,
got married, had kids, and he became "Uncle Bob." It
would never be an option. But for now he could do one
thing.

He could go get completely tanked off of his ass.

***


Jay paced around the living room. Bob had been gone
for way too long. It was nearly 4 am.. and it was only
10 or so when he had left. Justice has gone to bed
about an hour ago. He couldn't sleep. Not without Bob
being home.

"Fucking co-dependency shit." Jay growled and lit a
cigarette. "Where the fuck is that tubby bitch?"

As if on cue, Bob stumbled in the door, depositing his
trench on the floor, despite aiming for the coat rack.

"It's about fucking time Lunchbox! Where the fuck have
you been?" Jay yelled.

"Fhq.." Bob's words slurred together.

"What?" Jay cocked his head.

Bob growled, forcing each word out carefully. "I.
Said. Fuck. You. Jason."

Jay's eyes flew wide open. He had never, *never* heard
Bob use his full name. Never. He didn't even think Bob
knew it. "What the fuck did I do?"

"Everything. You sitting here watching my fucking
movies with that... her!" Bob growled again and flung
an arm towards the bedroom. "Do know how insane it
makes me every time you hold her? Every time you kiss
her? Every time you fuck her? It makes me want to grab
the closest gun and blow my fucking brains out! But I
don't. You know why? Because of you. Every fucking
thing I do is for you. And you don't fucking care! How
many times have I been arrested protecting your stupid
ass? How many times have I gotten my ass beat
protecting you? And you Just. Don't. Fucking. CARE!
You don't care, or your too fucking stupid to realize,
that I love you." And with that, Bob placed one hand
on either side of Jay's face and kissed him, then let
go and started off to his room.

Jay just stood there for a moment before exploding.
"Fuck me? No! Fuck you, you fat ass motherfucker!
Where the fuck do you get off dumping this shit on me?
I gave up on your tubby ass years ago! I threw out
hints like mad and all you did was stand there all
quiet and shit. Fuck you! You're the fucking stupid
one, not me! You're the stupid bastard who couldn't
express his real feelings until you got fucking
smashed, you stupid cocksmoking bastard! Fuck *you*!"

Both men stood there for a moment, just staring at
each other, sizing the other one up. Then in a burst
of energy they both ran and latched onto each other,
kissing, hugging, groping, tugging. Within moments
they were both naked and rolling on the floor
together, Bob's large fist curled around Jay long,
hard cock, stroking it gently. 

Jay shuddered. "I..inside.." he whimpered quietly, a
voice Bob had never had the privilege of hearing
before now.

Bob grabbing for the discarded trench and reached into
a pocket, drawing out a small bottle of hand lotion.
He flipped the lip opened and squeezed a fair amount
out, coating his fingers with it, then slowly slid a
finger into Jay's tight opening. 

Jay gasped and arched slightly. "Shit Lunchbox!" 

Bob stopped and arched an eyebrow in concern.

"Yeah.. I'm fine.. just.. yeah.. be gentle.." Jay
whimpered again, grinning slightly at hearing himself
asking for once.

Bob nodded and carefully worked another finger in,
scissoring them inside of Jay, watching the blond man
gasp and shudder at the movement. After a few more
moments however, Jay started getting impatient and
slightly more aggressive. He could hear Jay softly
calling his name, pushing against his hand, quietly
pleading for more now than just a few fingers.
Grinning down at his best friend, his soul mate, Bob
pulled his fingers out and squeezed more lotion onto
his hand, then rubbed it over his cock.

"You ready?" Bob asked as he leaned over Jay, brushing
a few strands of hair away from his face.

Jay nodded. "Just.. gentle Bob. Alright?"

Bob nodded again and kissed Jay. Then slid his hands
under Jay's ass, lifting him up slightly. Then slowly,
very slowly, he pushed his hard length in. Jay cried
out, every muscle in his body tensing up as he arched
and wrapped his legs tightly around Bob's waist. The
wonderful pleasure spiked with pain made fireworks
explode behind his eyelids.

It took all of Bob's will power to be gentle. His
muscles burned, wanting nothing more than to thrust
mindlessly into the hot, wet, tight opening that he'd
been wanting, needing, and yes, dreaming of, for years
upon years.

"Ok.." Jay whimpered, shaking slightly. 

Bob slowly pulled out a bit, then pushed back in, his
eyes practically crossing from the tightness. Jay
sucked in a deep breath. Holy shit Bob was big, but
fuck if it didn't feel good. Bob softly caressed any
patch of skin he could, trying to calm Jay as he
slowly, very slowly, began moving in and out.

Jay continued letting out cries that were a mixture of
pain and lust. Then Bob brushed against something in
him that made him yowl in pure unadulterated pleasure.
Just that sensation, and knowing that Bob had made it,
made any pain absolutely, completely, without a
fucking doubt, worth it.

"Ha..harder.." Jay croaked, his voice ragged with
desire.

Bob pressed his forehead into Jay's shoulder, driving
himself harder into Jay and listening to the hoarse
screams of want and need coming from him. Bob wrapped
one large hand around Jay's throbbing cock and began
pumping it in time with his movements.

Jay bucked wildly back and forth between Bob's hand
and cock. He felt the tickling in his lower gut that
he always felt right before coming. *Have to hang
on...* Jay thought fuzzily. He didn't want this to
end, ever. He could happily spend the rest of eternity
fucking Bob. 

"I love you Jay." Bob moaned into his ear.

That was all it took. With a loud cry of "*BOB*" Jay
came. Hard. So hard it hurt. 

Bob cried out, coming in almost the same instant, then
collapsed on top of his friend, still inside of him.

"Fuck Lunchbox..." Jay whispered. He was, for once,
utterly speechless.

Bob smiled, then pulled out and laid next to Jay, who
immediately wrapped his arms back around Bob, falling
asleep seconds later. Bob lazily kissed the top of
Jay's head. "From now on, you call me 'Boo-boo Kitty
Fuck,' not her..." he whispered softly as he drifted
off.

***

Bob groaned and opened his eyes, immediately snapping
them closed again as millions of tiny needles attacked
his eyes. And who the fuck was running the jackhammer
at this hour? What time was it anyway?

"It's after noon you sloppy drunk fuck."

Bob groaned again as Jay's voiced ripped through his
skull, but it didn't have the usual harsh edge to it.
Then Bob realized he was bareass naked, and laying on
the living room floor. Only his trench covering him.
What the fuck had happened last night?

"I'll tell you what happened. We fucked like stoned
test bunnies, that's what happened. Justice saw us
this morning and left, mumbling something about always
picking the gay fucks. Fuck her anyway." Jay sat down
on the floor next to Bob and crossed his legs, not
giving it a second thought. "Your face ain't so blank
when you're hungover." he grinned and offered Bob some
coffee. "Here."

Bob opened his eyes again and looked at Jay. He'd made
coffee? Did he know how to work the coffee machine?

"I went to Starbucks. Spent fucking six bucks for a
fucking cup of coffee. A fucking 'moe-cha' or some
shit like that. I know how you like that fancy shit."
Jay sighed. "So do you want it?"

Grunting slightly, Bob propped himself up against the
couch and took the proffered cup. "It's called a
'mo-ka.'" Bob grinned a bit and drank. In a few more
minutes, he might feel human again.

"It's called too fucking expensive for some fucking
coffee." Jay growled. "Good thing I love your tubby
ass."

Bob nearly dropped his coffee.

"What? Ramming your meat rod up my ass wasn't enough?
Yes, I love you. I.." Jay pointed to himself. "..
love.." he grabbed his crotch, then grinned and put a
hand on his chest. "..you." He poked Bob in the
forehead. "Got it Tons Of Fun? Damn.. you really were
plastered huh?"

Nodding, Bob held out his hand. Jay promptly dropped
two Tylenols into it. 

"Well shit. I guess we'll just have to fuck all day
so's you can remember this time." Jay grinned. Bob
nearly choked on the pills. Jay laughed and kissed Bob
on the forehead. "Don't go fucking dying on me already
Lunchbox. I'd have to kill ya."

Bob rolled his eyes. What on earth had he gotten
himself into now?
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