Title: Connections
Author: DeadGrrl
Fandom: Askewniverese
Pairing: Jay / Silent Bob
Rating: NC-17
Status: New
Archive: E-me for permission.
E-mail address for feedback: deadgrrl2@yahoo.com

Part 3


Vitto frowned at Clash. "If that's how you're gonna kiss him how do 
you expect him to come home with us? Honestly, Clash. Here." Vitto 
handed off the drinks to Clash. "Now if you're gonna seduce boys to 
take home, you ought to do it right."

Jay felt his mouth go dry. Oh, fuck, he thought absently as Vitto's 
arm slide around his waist. Jay's mouth fell open, about to interject 
that this was a bad idea, when Vitto's mouth was suddenly on his. The 
kiss was slightly aggressive and Vitto's tongue gently pushed into 
his mouth. Jay felt his eyes flicker closed as Vitto's mouth 
continued to move against his. I don't fuckin' believe this, Jay 
thought absently.

A moment later the mouth was suddenly gone as if someone had forcibly 
removed Vitto.


Bob started to push back through the crowd. As he reached a less 
dense area he scanned the crowded backroom for Jay. When he saw Jay 
he almost dropped the drinks. Jay was up against a wall having his 
tonsils examined by Vitto... the Cop.

Bob's very first gut reaction had been... jealousy. That gave Bob a 
split second of pause. He pushed those thoughts immediately out of 
the way. His feelings weren't really as important as the fact that 
Jay was carrying about a kilo of weed in his inner coat pocket, 
enough to insure some jail time. Placing the drinks on a table that 
he was passing Bob quickly thought of his options. Discarding most of 
them as too risky or bound to get them arrested anyway he took the 
only option he could come up with on such short notice.

Pulling Vitto away from Jay, Bob pulled Jay to him. He looked Jay in 
the eyes then kissed him hard on the mouth.

Jay blinked, struck dumb by the fact that Bob had his arms around 
him, a hand firmly grasping his ass. Not to mention that Bob was 
kissing him. Jay's eyes slid closed as Bob's lips continued to press 
his. As Bob's tongue swept into his mouth he gave a low moan and 
pulled Bob closer to him by the lapels of his jacket. Bob pushed Jay 
against the wall and continued to devour his mouth.

A few long moments passed as they kissed. Jay completely forgot 
everything going on around them. He pulled Bob closer still and 
wrapped his arms around Bob's neck. Breaking apart for a moment Jay's 
eyes opened. He was looking at Bob, who was panting slightly. Jay's 
own breath was coming in gasps. They looked at each other as Jay 
leaned his forehead against Bob's.

"Hi..." Jay said shyly as he looked into Bob's eyes. Bob replied with 
a wink.

Jay gave a tentative smile in return. Bob smiled back and lightly 
kissed Jay's lips again.

"Hey, how about we get out of here?" Jay asked quietly. Bob nodded, 
took Jay's hand and pulled him away from the two other men and out of 
the bar.

"What was that about?" Vitto asked Clash.

Clash smiled as he placed his arm around his boyfriend's 
waist. "'Wuv, true wuv.' I think."

Vitto grinned back at Clash. "Well, whatever. I'm glad they left." 

"Oh?"

"Yeah, I really would have hated to bust the kid for whatever he was 
carrying in his front jacket pocket."

"You're kidding."

"I am not. He was carrying, I could feel it when I was up against 
him."

"Really... " Clash pondered this for a moment and pulled Vitto into a 
tight embrace. "Can you tell what I'm carrying?" he asked mischief in 
his eyes.

"Oh yeah, I know what you're carrying, baby." Vitto responded in a 
low growl as he kissed his lover and spent a long moment 'patting' 
him down.

Outside of the bar Bob gave a deep sigh of relief. He continued to 
pull Jay away from the establishment and down the street, hands still 
entwined. Bob stopped, grabbed a cigarette out of his pocket and let 
go of Jay's hand in order to light it. Jay stood next to Bob, leaning 
into him. Bob offered him the cigarette and Jay took a puff. They 
stood under a streetlight for a moment as Silent Bob took a deep drag 
and tried to calm down, Jay still standing beside him.

Bob looked away from Jay, trying to control his emotions. It wasn't 
working. Bob looked at Jay who had a bemused smile on his face.

"You are going to be the death of me yet." Bob told Jay in a 
deceptively calm voice.

Jay smiled, looked down at his feet and asked "Oh?"

Bob closed his eyes and counted to ten. "Do you have any idea who you 
were sucking face with?" Opening his eyes he saw Jay's confused look.

"No, should I have?"

"A cop, Jay. You were kissing a vice squad cop. I saw you over there, 
and I just about had a heart attack. What the fuck were you doing?" 
Bob's voice remained surprisingly calm, however the hand holding his 
cigarette gestured a little more violently with every word. 

"A cop." Jay's face took on a blank expression. "So that's why you... 
I get it. All in the line of duty, and shit. Well, fuck... Thanks 
Lunchbox. I appreciate it." Jay concluded. As he finished his 
sentence he felt all of his walls shifting back into place. This 
wasn't going to be a problem; he could deal with it.

Bob closed his eyes again and counted to twenty this time. Looking at 
Jay he saw that his friend was trying very hard not to let any of his 
emotions show. Jay was doing a good job, except for that hurt look in 
his eyes. Sighing to himself, Bob wondered why it could never be easy.

"You are the most difficult prick on the face of the planet..." Bob 
started, tossed away his smoke and pulled Jay into an embrace. As his 
lips met Jay's he felt the blond's resolve to remain unmoved begin to 
waiver. A few moments more had Jay kissing him back, his arms 
wrapping around Bob's shoulders, eyes closed.

Bob's hand cupped Jay's face. "Jay?" 

Jay kept his eyes tightly shut and responded with a breathy "Yeah?" 
Jay was shaking, he knew he was shaking, and that was very uncool. 
Shut up and kiss me goddamn it, he thought to himself. If he was 
going to lose their friendship he at least wanted this moment to 
remember, the feel of Bob's arms around him, his lips... Only Silent 
Bob had chosen this exact moment to become a chatty motherfucker.

"Look at me, Jay."

Jay's eyes opened and he was looking down into the gentle smiling 
face of Silent Bob. He focused on Bob's eyes and suddenly felt as if 
the world had dropped out from beneath his feet. He couldn't read the 
expression that Bob was giving him. It looked slightly familiar, Jay 
thought that he had caught a glimpse of it on other occasions but 
wasn't willing to commit on that verdict. He let go of Bob, ready to 
back off.

Bob continued to stare at Jay for a few long moments, watching his 
face as Jay worked through exactly was happening, and exactly where 
it was going. Jay was scared, turn-and-bolt kind of scared. Bob's 
hand caressed Jay's face as he waited. He watched Jay pass through 
every emotional state possible from shock to fear, disbelief to 
elation, doubt to wonder. It all passed across Jay's face in those 
few moments. Where Jay ended up was going to determine what happened 
next.

Jay's expression paused on somewhere between 'amazement' 
and 'anticipation'. It hovered there and finally took roost. He wet 
his lips as he continued to stare at Silent Bob, for the first time 
in his life unable to put words to what he was thinking.

Bob leaned into Jay and asked softly, "Are you ready?"

Jay released his breath in a shudder, unaware that he had been 
holding it. He wrapped his arms around Bob's shoulders as he tucked 
his face into Bob's neck, behind long dark hair. Whispering, as if it 
were a secret, Jay responded "Yes, yes, ready. Really ready. You 
waited. You waited longer that you should have had to. I'm sorry, 
Bob... ten years... Yes, yes... I'm ready... finally... Yes." Jay was 
shaking again, but it was a good kind of shaking. Like he could 
barely control how much he wanted to be exactly where his was, and 
how much he wanted Bob to know that he was happy to be where he was. 
Bob's arms held him tightly as Jay kept his face in the dark strands 
of hair, breathing in the scent of Bob and trying to figure out why 
the fuck he felt like crying.

Bob stroked his hands down Jay's back as he smiled at the apology. 
Ten years wasn't so long. He'd have waited another ten, and possibly 
twenty, to have Jay, and have Jay be sure. In his head, Bob figured 
they were actually ahead of schedule. No complaints from him. He was 
happy that Jay was ready and that he was sure he was ready. 
Everything was about to change for the most wonderful of reasons...

But right now there was this moment. Bob was thinking of how fondly 
he would recall it to friends, to himself when he would think about 
when they finally made this connection, and most importantly to Jay, 
years from now when they would look back on a life together. He 
rested his cheek against the fair head on his shoulder. Jay sighed 
into his neck. Bob whispered into Jay's hair, "Sweetheart, let's go 
home."

This gave Jay pause. The automatic caustic comment that normally 
would be spewed out at such a term of endearment was strangely 
absent. Instead his face was flushed, the term 'sweetheart' having 
caused him to blush. No one had ever called him that. But he liked 
it, or more appropriately he liked that Bob had been the one to say 
it to him. It had been worth the wait. He nodded and slipped out of 
Bob's embrace.

Bob watched the still slightly stunned Jay as he took his hand and 
they walked to the bus stop. Bob couldn't help but smile at the look 
of disbelief on Jay's face. Jay would look at Bob, give him a 
sheepish smile and look away. As they stood waiting for their bus Jay 
leaned into Bob, not speaking, just smiling. He'd lean forward and 
kiss Bob's lips quickly every now and then, touch his forehead to 
Bob's and just smile. Jay would then glance off into the distance and 
give a little snort of disbelief, shaking his head and then repeat 
the proceedings.

As others gathered at the bus stop Jay continued to hold Bob's hand, 
still smiling, still silent. When someone approached them for a light 
Bob released Jay's hand to dig his lighter out of his coat pocket. 
Bob then lit a cigarette of his own and hung it from his mouth. As 
soon as he put back his lighter Jay was holding his hand again, warm 
palm squeezing his gently. Bob smiled in amusement. Jay wiggled his 
eyebrows at Bob and winked. Bob chuckled out loud at this. Jay was 
obviously overcoming his shock and any moment now his mouth was going 
to kick in. Bob grinned, then thought what all this was going to do 
for his reputation of being a bad ass. Schooling his expression into 
a frown Bob attempted to look dangerous. He took a drag off his 
cigarette.

Jay leaned over and conveyed in his normal low conversational 
tone, "Dude, we are sooo gay."

Bob exhaled his smoke with a burst of coughing, caught off guard by 
the comment. Tears came to his eyes as he conceded to the comment 
with a nod.

"I dunno about you, but I don't feel any different. Maybe I will 
after we fuck. We *are* going to fuck aren't we? I mean none of 
this 'I love you but I respect you too much to throw you a bone' 
bullshit, right?" Jay asked as he let go of Bob's hand and slapped 
him on the back in an attempt to end the coughing fit. Bob nodded at 
Jay's question and looked into his eyes.

"And another thing, I ain't gonna go for that separate rooms shit 
either. And you ain't gonna refer to me as 'the roommate'. I can't 
stand that shit. If you're gonna fuck me, you're gonna have to sleep 
with me. I don't wanna be getting down and then be sent back to my 
room. That ain't fucking right." Jay paused as one of the other 
patrons waiting stared at them. "What the fuck are you looking at? 
Piss off or I'll dick slap you into next week, nootch."

Bob watched Jay in amazement. Jay was handling this much better then 
Bob expected him to. It was almost disappointing, except that Bob was 
enjoying it far too much to be disappointed. Bob tossed off his 
smoke, suspecting that he was safer not inhaling anything while Jay 
was on a roll.

"Oh, and we need to stop and get some lube. I'm out and I know you 
ain't been with anybody for-fucking-ever. You weren't pining for me 
and shit, were you? I sure fucking hope not. I got enough of a guilt 
complex about the last ten years to be taking it up the ass for at 
least a month. Cripes, add emotional distress and at this rate I get 
to slide you the bone hopefully by the time I'm thirty. And for 
godsakes, will you breathe? Shit, if I gotta give you mouth-to-mouth 
right here on the street corner this slut over here is liable to pass 
out in an orgasmic fit. Back off sister, he's taken." Jay called to 
the young woman waiting with them.

Bob covered his face with his hand, shaking in silent laughter.

"I don't like how that chick's looking at you. I better kiss you to 
make sure she knows you're all about the bone." Jay casually 
mentioned to Bob before he pulled him into an embrace and kissed him 
firmly. As Jay's tongue dived into his mouth Bob found himself 
reiterating his previous thought. Jay was handling this very nicely, 
indeed.

"Now that's what it's about. Christ, where did you learn to kiss like 
that? Never mind, I probably don't want to know. And next time could 
you actually hold me? I know you're obsessed with wearing that damn 
coat, but if you don't get your fuckin' hands out of your pockets I'm 
gonna torch that mother. Granted you look like a sexy thug, but you 
can be a sexy thug with your hands on your boyfriend's ass just as 
well. Don't give me that look. You know I'm hot for you in that coat. 
Oh fuck you, why do you think I bought it for you? Fuck, we didn't 
make rent that month, but you had a new coat. What part of this did 
you miss? Honest to God, I was just happy to get that skanky leather 
trench out of the apartment. Jesus, made you look like a reject from 
a fuckin' John Hughes movie. Judd Nelson couldn't have made that coat 
look good, not even on his harshest day." Jay's voice carried on as 
Bob interjected his opinions with some well-placed facial expressions.

"I know, I know, you worship him. Hey, you ain't got some crush here 
that I need to know about, do you? Good, cause I ain't about to dye 
my hair black and fall out of a ceiling for your ass, no matter how 
much booty I'm gonna get for it."

Bob sighed and looked heavenward; thinking sometimes you should be 
careful what you wish for... And how sometimes you get exactly what 
you want, need and wished for and it can't get any better. Bob smiled 
at the thought.

"And another thing, I don't care if you call me your 'boyfriend' 
or 'lover' or 'significant other' or 'squeaky toy of love'. But if 
you *ever* introduce me as a 'friend' I'll cut you off for a month." 
Jay paused as he noticed the approaching bus. Nodding to it's arrival 
he told Bob, "Come on, I'll let you sit next to me on the bus. If 
you're nice I'll let you hold my hand and maybe kiss me on the cheek 
when you take me home." he smirked. Bob raised his eyebrows at this 
proposal and nodded. Jay leaned forward and kissed him quickly as he 
took Bob's hand and led him to the bus.

End Part 3