Title: Better Than...
Author: DeadGrrl
Fandom: Mallrats/ Askewniverese
Pairing: Jay / Silent Bob
Rating: PG, Language
Status: New
Archive: Not yet please, will email archivist with final.
E-mail address for feedback: deadgrrl2@yahoo.com
Disclaimers: In concept, it all belongs to Kevin Smith - Jay, Silent 
Bob, and the Askewniverse. I'm just borrowing them for my own secret 
pleasures but promise to return them unharmed... but one of 
them 'with half a stock'.
Series/Sequel: Yup... This belongs with another story, "After 'Rats" 
and the dreadful WIP of the Party following. I'm sure there's just a 
whole series of these things kicking around in my head. *Just* what I 
needed. <sigh>
Series Notes: The basic premise is that Jay and Silent Bob are 
already getting down by the time Mallrats in the Askewniverse 
timeline. That's about all you need. The other stories in this 
timeline will make themselves known as to their placement in the time 
line as they get written. Yup, I operate on the "I'll write it when 
it hits me" theory. No planning. All by the seat of my pants. Kids, 
don't try this at home.
Notes: The title comes from a Sarah MacLachlan song. I could have 
completed the thought and left out the ellipsis, but 'Non-Fat Frozen 
Yogurt' doesn't quiet roll off the tongue the same. And I am, if 
nothing else, accurate.
Summary: The joys of The Mall Food Court.
Spoilers: Not a one.
Warnings: Language
Parting Remark: "It's Smith's World... And I'm gonna slash it."

"Better Than..."
By DeadGrrl

Jay walked through the mall with Brodie "So you going to be at Jon 
K's party?" Brodie asked Jay as they walked to the Food court.

"Shit yeah, you think I'd miss out on making some serious cash? Fuck 
dude, some of my best business is K's parties... Me and Silent Bob 
get to kick back, relax and make a profit. Fuck, I'd live at K's if I 
could."

Brodie grinned at Jay. "Wouldn't we all..." he laughed.

"Yeah me and tubby will be there, as a matter of fact we'll be 
leaving directly as soon as I find his sweet ass."

Brodie nodded as he caught sight of Silent Bob "He's over there, 
by 'It's Yogurt-Eat it'"

Jay rolled his eyes. "I told him we gotta book shortly and what's he 
go do - stuff his face... At least it ain't fast food. I told him to 
lay off that shit, it's ruining his girlish figure."

Brodie smirked at the comment and told Jay, "I'll see you guys 
tonight..." and started walking towards the exit.

"Yeah later," Jay returned as he walked up the leather trench-coated 
figure facing away from him. "Hey, tons of fun, what the hell are you 
eating now? We gotta book if were gonna make K's tonight..." Jay's 
voice trailed off as Silent Bob turned towards him.

Silent Bob was holding an ice cream cone. Jay watched the pink tongue 
slowly lick the frozen confection and completely lost his train of 
thought as it derailed and headed south.

"We gotta, ummm. We, ahhh..." Jay stopped trying to speak, swallowing 
hard. Bob paused and looked at him questioningly.

"Umm... We should go... But, you... you finish that first." Jay 
finally got his synapses to fire he motioned Bob off to a corner 
table. Nodding Bob followed him. Sitting at the secluded table Jay 
continued to watch Silent Bob. Bob was either blissfully ignorant of 
what his consumption of the ice cream cone was doing to Jay, or was 
deliberately trying to provoke Jay. Jay wasn't sure, and he didn't 
really care. Instead he watched in fascination as Bob's tongue slowly 
licked the creamy substance. Jay's foot bounced excitedly under the 
table.

Bob continued to lick the frozen yogurt carefully, regretting his 
decision to purchase the cone. He had forgotten how long it took to 
finish one because of his mustache. If he rushed he'd get it all over 
the place. He knew Jay was in a hurry, so he was probably pissed 
already. Glancing at Jay, Bob became aware of the fact that Jay was 
strangely quiet, watching him intensely.

Jay had his face in his hand, leaning on his elbow. Bob paused, 
licked his bottom lip. Jay's eyes dilated slightly. Confused Bob 
offered Jay the cone. What the hell was his problem?

Jay gave a small smile and slowly shook his head no, still staring at 
Bob. Bob frowned, licking the cone again. Jay exhaled noisily and 
gently chewed his lower lip. Bob paused and blushed, finally putting 
two and two together and coming up with... oh.

The corner of Jay's mouth smirked as he watched Silent Bob color 
under his gaze. "Finish your ice cream cone, Lunchbox..." Jay told 
him softly.

"Frozen yogurt," Bob corrected him.

"Whatever. Keep licking." Jay directed him.

Bob shook his head no. He felt his cheeks flush and thought for sure 
the entire Food Court must be aware of the fact that he and Jay were 
having some sort of odd foreplay. Jay smiled at him and leaned 
forward. He caught the hand holding the cone and watching Silent Bob, 
Jay slowly licked the trail of melted yogurt that had run down Bob's 
fingers. Bob gasped at the contact.

"Please?" Jay asked softly as he settled back down in his chair.

Bob licked his lips in indecision. Quickly nodding he began to lick 
the cone again.

"Slower," Jay whispered.

Bob complied, his tongue lapping the soft serve gently.

Jay continued to watch Bob, entranced by the smooth pink tongue that 
would appear and disappear around the yogurt. Christ, he had half a 
stock already...

Bob's tongue trailed slowly through the frozen sweetness as he 
watched Jay whose breathing had increased slightly. Bob continued to 
slide his tongue over the ice cream in long strokes then followed by 
short strokes and tried not to smile at the effect this was having on 
Jay.

Jay continued to watch Bob intently. There was something familiar 
about the pattern. Jay felt his own cheeks flush as he realized why 
the pattern that Bob was slowly carving into the ice cream was so 
familiar. Jay had never seen the pattern but he had certainly felt it 
before... This might be the hottest thing he had ever seen Bob do in 
public, ever. Reminding himself to encourage this behavior he reached 
across the table and gently slide his fingers over the hand resting 
on the surface. "Lunchbox, you are so fucking hot." Jay told him 
softly, sincerely.

Bob flushed in pleasure at the comment. Bob had to admit having Jay 
as a boyfriend was a hell of an experience. The damnedest things made 
him hot and this was tamed compared to... 

"Do you know how hard I am right now?" Jay's low tones interrupted 
his thought. "Damn Bob, just from watching you. I wanna take you home 
and watch you lick my stick, just like that. Your sweet mouth 
stroking my dick," Jay paused as he watched Bob's tongue dip into the 
cone, scooping out frozen yogurt.

"Jesus..." Jay concluded eyes fixated on Bob's tongue. He felt a cold 
sweat break out on the back of his neck, the little hairs on the back 
of his neck rising up to join other parts of his body. His hands 
twitched in silent spasm wanting to stroke the soft brown hair as 
held it in a tight grip... The crunch of the cone as Bob took neat 
little bites made Jay shudder. Damn, what the man could do to him...

Bob wiped his hands and mouth off and looked at Jay expectantly.

"Anytime you want one of those it's on me, Lunchbox." Jay told him 
with a smile.

Bob cheeks colored slightly as he smiled back and nodded in amusement.

Jay sighed, "Come on Lunchbox, we gotta go sell some smoke." They 
left the food court for the bus stop.

END