Title: Cake
Author: Nikki James
Rating: R fer language + implied sex.
Pairing: J/SB
Archive: Don't see why anyone would, but sure...
Feedback: o6evilgoddesso9@aol.com OR bleedingxsoul@aol.com
Disclaimers: I don't own anything, much less these two guys. They are Kevin 
Smith's.
Notes: Erm... In this, Jay & Bob are already together. It's supposed to be 
funny, so please, laugh. It's short, since I personally find it hard to 
write long stories. My hand and mind automatically stop at 4 notebook pages. 
I wrote this while listening to "Everlasting Cocksucker" by Marilyn Manson. 
The title really doesn't have anything to do with the story, save for the 
fact that the chorus of the song says "Time for Cake & Sodomy." It's also 
not very good, so, actually, don't read this at all. Press the delete button 
and save yourself! ::sigh:: I talk too much.

Cake

It was late. Bob looked at his watch and heaved a sigh. Very late. Today 
had been a busy day. One too many schmucks he'd had to give a knuckle 
sandwich and they'd made three times the money they usually made in two days. 
Hectic. He was so tired, he'd declined the urge to simply lean forward to 
grab the remote. Jay had made no move towards it either. It was rare, but 
they both sat in silence on the couch, drinking beer, and staring at the 
ceiling.

*I like it when he's quiet.* Bob thought too soon.

"I am the god of fuck." Jay sang.

Bob raised an eyebrow at Jay, who was now bobbing his head to the beat of the 
song that wasn't on.

*I thought I hid that CD. How'd he find it?* Bob panicked. He didn't want 
anyone to know he was a Marilyn Manson fan, thinking it would weaken his 
image.

"I am the god of fuck." Jay sang a little louder this time, getting into the 
song.

*He couldn't have been looking for it. He doesn't even know I have it... Did 
i leave it in the CD player? What-*

"I am the god of fuck-" Bang. Bang. "I am the god of fuck!" He was 
getting into it, drilling the beat into the arm of the couch.

*Why is he doing this to me? He doesn't like Manson. What is on his mind?!* 
Bob's mind was frantic with thoughts, one by one racing through at light 
speed.

Jay didn't let up. He sang the six words over and over again, each time more 
enthusiastically. Finally Bob couldn't take it anymore. He opened his mouth 
to ask why he was being tortured.

"Shit bitch, didn't you hear me? You're just gonna sit there and take my 
word for it?" Jay said to Bob with his hands on his hips, looking a bit 
impatient. Bob furrowed his brow and opened his mouth again to say 
something, but no words came out.

"What?" Jay said softly, running his long fingers through his golden mane.

"You were singing a Marilyn Manson song." Bob finally said.

"Of course I was. How the hell else would I get your attention? Now, you 
gonna sit there and over-analyze shit or are we gonna get to the fuckin'?" 
Jay said cynically.

A smirk crossed Bob's face.

"Why Manson?" Bob asked.

"Cause I know you thought I didn't know you liked 'im. Like I said, how else 
would I get your attention?" Jay sweetly said, knowing Bob would cave in.

And he did. Bob sprung on Jay and kissed him fervently. Jay wrapped his 
arms around Bob and pulled him closer, enveloping himself in the kiss. Bob 
broke the kiss, looked into Jay's eyes and smiled.

And they made sweet passionate love all night long.

Well... it was really more like ten minutes, but they had fun anyhow.

END

i know it sucked. :o(

nikki james