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 4

Three hours later they arrived back at their apartment, after the all-
important trip to the drug store. That had been amusing, Bob thought 
to himself. Jay's best comment out the whole shopping trip had 
been, "Dude, that little bottle? Don't they sell this shit in quarts 
or gallons or something? That can't possibly be enough. "

Now however, they were rolling around on the living room floor, 
seeing as how Jay attacked him the minute the door shut. Frantic 
kisses were exchanged as jackets were shucked off and a few comical 
moments were spent as they both attempted to get the other out of his 
clothing first. This had lead to their current state of partial 
undress as they writhed around on the floor. Jay was currently under 
Bob, moaning as hot kisses were trailed down his torso and Bob's 
hands tugged at the zipper on his jeans.

"Oh, fuck... Bob... damn..." Jay's mouth tumbled out as Bob's mouth 
came in contact with his cock. Jay's breathing was already a wild 
staccato as Bob's mouth swept up and down his dick. As Bob hollowed 
his cheeks Jay's hands grabbed Bob's head and tugged him upward. "Not 
yet. Not yet..." Jay panted as his hand flailed around the floor for 
the bag they had brought home.

Finally finding the bag Jay shook out the contents and pressed the 
bottle into Bob's hands. "Better if I ain't come yet, so I can 
concentrate on that." Jay told him.

Bob nodded as he took the pre-offered bottle from Jay. Jay kissed him 
as his hands busily unzipped and tugged at Bob's pants, yanking them 
off. Bob flipped open the container as Jay kicked off his own jeans 
and boxers, lying back of the floor waiting. Pulling off his 
sweatshirt he stretched out next to Jay. Jay's hands were stroking 
Bob's chest, as if Bob need reassurance.

"Come on Lunchbox, don't make me wait no more." Jay whispered softly 
to Bob, his legs falling open. Bob nodded, his fingers slicked and 
trembling slightly as they dipped between Jay's thighs. It was the 
gentlest of touches and the response was a sharp intake of breath.

"Cold." Jay shuddered.

"Sorry." Bob said gently, removed his fingers warming the lube 
between them and tried again. "Better?"

Jay gave a smaller gasp and nodded "Yeah." His eyes fluttered closed 
as Bob's fingers circled the tight opening. Bob slowly, gently 
pressed one finger into Jay. Jay's eyes shot open and a small sound 
escaped from him. "Oh..."

Bob immediately stopped moving, watching Jay's surprised expression.

"I didn't think it'd feel... That's just *a* finger, right?" Jay 
asked in wonder.

Bob frowned as he replied "We don't have to. *You* don't have to Jay."

"No. No, I don't, but I want to. I want *you* to, please, Bob... 
Just, just give me a minute here..." Jay told him firmly. "And for 
fucksake kiss me and remind me why I'm laying on the floor of our 
living room with your finger stuck up my ass." 

Bob mouth covered Jay's immediately, kissing him softly. Jay's hand 
tangled into Bob's hair pulling him closer as Jay's tongue slipped 
into Bob's mouth. Bob moaned softly as Jay hungrily kissed him, his 
hands unconsciously twitching in reaction. Jay gave a strangled gasp 
and Bob broke off the kiss.

"Jay?"

"You... Your hand..." Jay gasped.

"Sorry, are you okay?"

"No... Yes... Do that again..."

Bob looked down upon Jay's trembling form and tried to figure out 
what it was that he had done. He slowly curled his finger and Jay 
gave a low moan. 

"Oh God. Bob. Jesus." Jay's eyes flicked closed again. Bob watched 
Jay's face and carefully began a slow stroking movement, working his 
finger in and out of Jay, hooking it slightly as it was full embedded.

"Fuck..." Jay began to breathe heavily as Bob's thick finger pushed 
into him again, settling on a steady movement. He wasn't sure he was 
going to be able to do this at first. But he had wanted Bob so badly 
that he had decided any discomfort was worth having to have Bob in 
him. Jay craved the closeness, wanted the completion, *needed* Bob to 
do him. Nothing else really mattered except that he'd be Bob's, and 
Bob would know, just like he did, that it was for real. Not to 
mention that Bob made him hotter than an entire rack of pornos, so it 
was no burden to be naked with him. Jay had the cavalier approach 
of 'It can't be that bad,' and 'I can get use to it'. But then Bob 
had done something, touched something, and it was amazing. It still 
hurt a little yet, but when Bob hit that spot the hurt disappeared 
and Jay felt his entire body clawing at the floor trying to hold on 
to that feeling.

"Bob... Uh, God... Bob..." Jay's voice had taken on a breathy 
quality. "Bob, I need... Bob..." he panted, not making any sense but 
as a second finger joined the first he was grateful that Bob had 
understood him nonetheless.

Bob was leaning over Jay, kissing him as his fingers stretched Jay. 
His other arm was now curled under Jay's head, holding him close. 
Jay's eyes were tightly shut and Bob watched the play of emotions and 
sensations across his face. Glancing lower he noted that Jay was 
still hard, his long thin cock slick with pre-come. This reassured 
Bob a little that Jay was also getting something out of this. He knew 
him far too well, and recognized that Jay wanted this so bad that 
he'd put up with anything to have it. Bob didn't need proof of 
anything, he knew. Nonetheless it was gratifying to know that Jay 
wanted him so much. The hand on his shoulder gripped him a little 
more tightly and then slid to his neck, pulling him down as Jay 
kissed him roughly. Bob was now partially lying over Jay, the blond's 
hand holding him firmly.

"One more, Bob." Jay whispered into his ear as he broke off the 
kiss. "Gimme one more." Jay's voice was beginning to take on a ragged 
quality as his breathing came in shuddering gasps. Bob kissed him 
hard and worked a third finger into Jay. Jay gave a low moan into 
Bob's mouth at the invasion. Jay's voice became strangely absent in 
the proceedings but the small sounds he emitted made up for the 
absence of speech.

Suddenly Jay grabbed Bob tightly as his eyes shot open. "Now, I want 
you in me now..." Bob kissed him briefly as he move in-between the 
sprawled limbs. Jay's hand shot out, located the condoms and pressed 
one into Bob's palm. "Hurry..." Jay's voice was shaking.

Bob quickly rolled on the condom over his dick and leaned over Jay's 
prone form. Moving Jay's legs up and over his hips he paused. He 
thought about the logistics for a moment.

"Bob?" Jay panted. What the fuck was he waiting for, Jay wondered? He 
was nearly ready to blow it already and now Bob decided to take a 
break? Anxious for things to move along Jay asked, "Bob, would you 
*please* fuck me?"

Bob smiled at the sincerity of the request. If this kept up he'd have 
to look Jay over for distinguishing marks to make sure it really was 
Jay. 

Having puzzled a few things out Bob pushed Jay's legs further back 
and took Jay's hands, placed them under his thighs for support. Jay's 
legs were now over Bob's shoulders. And if he remembered correctly 
this should make things a little more enjoyable. Obviously Jay found 
it move enjoyable already seeing as how his breathing was now 
erratic. Bob placed his cock at that tight opening and looked down at 
Jay's face. Jay was panting "Want you, want you, please..." Bob 
leaned forward and kissed Jay as he pushed slowly into him. The 
tightness was a welcome relief to Bob, having been hard for the last 
half-hour. The wait, the anticipation, were all worth it as he felt 
Jay twitch around his cock.

Jay gave another moan and snaked his hand between them and started to 
slowly jerk himself to distract him from the burn of being stretched 
so far open. It hurt some, Bob was so thick. But as Bob shifted he 
hit that spot again and Jay told him, "There... there..." He could 
feel Bob angle for that spot again as he endeavored to continue to 
hit it. The strange twist between the pain and unbelievable pleasure 
had no comparison to the fact that Bob was fucking him. That thought 
put all of Jay's senses on overload. This was so hot. Everything Bob 
was doing, everything he was feeling, had no comparison.

"Oh, fuck... Bob... Please... " Jay panted as Bob's hips began a slow 
rhythm. Bob thrust slowly into Jay as his mouth caught Jay's again.

Jay moaned and gasped at every movement, his senses thrumming, lost 
in the act. His hand sped up as Bob's thrusts increased, pushing him, 
giving it to him and Jay loved him for every moment, wanting 
it. "Harder... oh fuck... harder..." he called, surprised to hear his 
own voice asking.

Bob leaned over Jay, trying to keep his rhythm under control, not 
wanting to hurt Jay. It just felt so damn good. The unbelievable 
tightness, the warm body pressing against him and the sound of Jay's 
quickened breath. Bob looked down at Jay, panting and gasping. Jay's 
hips began to thrust back at him and Bob felt that control starting 
to slide away. 

Jay's hand worked faster as his eyes closed. He was so close. Bob was 
pounding into him and Jay could feel his orgasm fast approaching. 
Then Bob bent him backward a little further and Jay felt Bob scrape 
that place deep inside him hard. Jay's breathing seized up and he 
gave a strangled yell as he came. 

As Jay shuddered under him, calling out his name, coming for him, Bob 
surrendered the last of his control. He quickly thrust into the tight 
little ass under him a final time and gave a gasp as he came. Jay's 
legs slide from his shoulders and his hands wrapped around Bob's 
heaving form as he collapsed on top of Jay. 

"Oh fuck. I think you're gonna have to move Lunchbox, I can't 
breathe." Jay's voice called to Bob. Bob chuckled and moved off Jay, 
lying next to him instead. Jay's hand reached out again, searching 
along the floor. He snagged some article of clothing and wiped 
himself off as best he could. Next to him Bob discarded the condom 
into an empty 6 pack box lying on the floor. Jay turned toward Bob 
and pushed him flat on to his back and reclined on top him. Capturing 
Bob's mouth in a hot kiss he told Bob in between more kisses, "Damn 
Lunchbox, you nailed me. That was better than, than anything..." Jay 
laid his head on Bob's shoulder, still trying to catch his breath. 
Bob's hands lazily stroked heated skin as Jay shuddered under the 
gentle assault.

"Bob, I know it probably sounds stupid, but I want you to know that I 
always wanted you. Not just now, cause you're such a good lay, damn 
are *you* a good lay, but cause I loved you way long before this and 
shit. This was just like confirmation and stuff." Jay sighed, taking 
a moment to actually think about what he was next going to say. "What 
I'm saying is I want you. Only you. No one else, ever. Just me and 
you."

Bob smiled at this and asked softly "'What like steady?'" 

Jay paused a moment, trying to puzzle out what had prompted that 
unlikely comment and became aware of Bob's chest rumbling under him 
in mirth. Jay rolled his eyes as he realized that Bob was actually 
quoting him. Angling his head upward he looked into Bob's amused eyes.

"Fuck yes, 'like steady', you tubby bitch. You ain't gonna hold that 
shit against me are you? I didn't know you were popping a bone for me 
when I said that, and that Bethany was hot for an older broad, and I 
figured we could just live with her..." Jay's rant was cut short by 
Bob's mouth as he kissed him soundly. Jay forgot about the rest of 
his thought as Bob's mouth slowly sucked on his lower lip. Indeed Jay 
almost forgot how to breathe as his eyes shut and he concentrated on 
the feel of Bob under him, his lips on him.

"Jay?" Bob spoke softly, watching Jay's relaxed expression.

"Uh, yeah?" Jay replied, his voice a gentle whisper, eyes still shut.

"Steady. Just you and me, Jay. No one else. Ever. Sound good?"

"Fuck yeah." A soft exhale.

Silent Bob smiled at the response as he pulled Jay into a tighter 
embrace and started work on showing Jay exactly how wonderful 
going 'steady' was going to be.

END