Title: Dizzy
Author: gracelessone
Fandom: ViewAskewniverse
Pairing: Jay and Silent Bob
Rating: we getting there guys, this part is, um, NC-17 I'm pretty sure 
Status: New
Archive: oh I'd wait and see if it dwindles into a pile o crap
Series: this should be a stand alone but I have no freakin' idea
Disclaimer: I took the recycling out so now I'm down to 2 empty gatorade bottles and I'm smoking my last cigarette as we 
speak, dammit, I'm pretty sure Kevin Smith owns the rest of the universe.
Notes: it was supposed to be short and sweet! with lots of sex! my first fic and the little stoners are already giving me 
problems *grr*
Summary: I *hate* summaries, I *suck* at summaries. so you don't get one. Sue me.
Warnings: first time J/SB slasher *gulp*

Dizzy


Jay shifted, looking around, anywhere except where the dark haired guy that saved his ass was.

"Not much of a story man. Just, um, kinda `tween places right now."

A couple of kids walked by calling out hi's to Jay and he waved, then looked at Bob somewhat bashfully.

"oh yeah, um, I'm Jay."

He barely saw Bob's nod as he rushed more words out. He spoke while staring at his shoes, a golden curtain hiding his face.

"That was cool what ya did earlier I mean you don't know me and I was fucked and all and I, well I mean, thanks man."

Bob just nodded. When was the last time *anyone* had done *anything* for this kid? Done something without expecting some 
type of payment. Bob's hands twitched. It was clear what Jay had been using as tender. 

He bit his lip as an image flashed behind his eyes. Jay up against a wall, eyes closed and mouth open, beautiful little 
gasps and moans forced out every time Bob slammed his cock deep inside of him... those long fingers scratching at the wall...
that thin back shimmering with sweat and arching sweetly while pushing back onto Bob's cock... wrapping those sunshine 
bright strands of gold around his hand, tugging just enough to expose that sweet spot at the hollow of his throat.

He shook his head, sternly telling his cock to stay out of this. Shoving his hands deep in his pockets, the bumpy paper of a 
joint tickled his fingers. Yeah, that sounded like a really good fuckin' idea right about now. Mellow out a bit, it wouldn't 
hurt the kid to take the intensity down a level or two either.

Jay was busy talking to everyone who came by, insults and cheerful hello's mixing with opinions of each set of tits that 
walked into the Quick Stop or video store. No wonder Randal had called the cops.

Jay's ranting was interrupted by a tap on the back of his head.

"What the fuck you doin'?!"

When he saw the joint he changed tracks without blinking.

"Now that's what I'm talkin' `bout... you wanna share that? I ain't got no cash to buy it off ya..."

The blonde caught Bob's nod, then his head shake and a grin ripped across his face. It took 5 years off the kid... and about 
half a ton of pain/hurt/anger.

While they were leaning against the wall passing the joint back and forth Jay continued to talk to, or about, everyone that 
walked by. 

"Ha, those fuckers wish that had some shit like this. Fuckin' cock suckin' losers nyeh, you could just stand right here and 
sell this shit and you'd be livin' large man." 

Bob chewed on that thought. If he started selling it would get his uncle off his ass. Yeah, but he couldn't sell shit, he 
was too quiet by nature. He looked at Jay, the epitome of the opposite of quiet. An idea started brewing behind those 
chocolate eyes.


TBC

dammit this thing is growing, I promise I'll wrap it up by the end of the week though, I bought beer to bribe the little 
stoners with. hee, thanks .starla