Title: Dizzy Author: gracelessone Fandom: ViewAskewniverse Pairing: Jay and Silent Bob Rating: I think we're back to PG for a bit 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 own nothing, no gatorade, no smokes. damn I'm pitiful. 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: ok, I'm not beta'ing this thing, um, we've got scary mob guy, the return of Scott (blame Kel) TalkingBob, ConfusedBob, gratuitous shirt removal, and a very soap opera cliff-hanger that I really should be shot for. It's a good thing you guys like me. Dizzy Jay was playing basketball with Brodie and TS when Bob went to see his Uncle. He hoped Jay would stay with them until he got back, but just in case he decided to follow that wandering mind of his, one of the cousins was keeping and eye on him. Mikhail was well into his fifties but it was hard to tell just by looking at him. He was a bear of a man at 6'2" with a barrel chest and thick arms. He crushed Bob into a hug before they sat down in the small caf� and smiled broadly at him. He steered the conversation to family and told stories about his many grandchildren until their coffee had been ordered and delivered. He took a slow sip of the hot liquid and studied Bob over the rim of the cup. "Tell me what you need." The soft-spoken man replied. "I don't want to trouble you, but I need a favor." His uncle leaned back in his chair. "Is it important to this new business?' Bob shifted uncomfortably. "No... it's not that..." His uncle nodded. "Important to your heart then." He watched his nephew hesitate, and then speak. "Yes... important to my, my heart." "Son of my favorite sister. You have asked nothing of me in your life, tell me what you need now." Bob's face hardened. "I wish to speak to this man." His uncle looked at him for a minute, studying his face before he responded. "I see. This man may not wish to speak to you, yes?" Bob's smile was all the answer he needed. ~~~~ Back at the apartment he picked up the phone, hesitating before dialing, but dialing anyway. "Scott." He didn't have to say more than that one word. It was all on his voice. The tightly leashed anger, the confusion, the tentative longing and the fear were laced around a simple need for a friend. "Bob... it got bad fast. I'll be there in an hour. ~~~~ After filling Scott in with the little Bob knew the two men sat around a kitchen table with littered with coffee cups and ashtrays. It looked like a war room. Bob guessed maybe it was. "Fuck! You went to your uncle!?" "Shhh!" Scott glanced over his shoulder towards the room where Jay was still sleeping. "Ok, ok. I'm shushed. But Bob... you've *never* gone to your uncle." One artfully raised eyebrow was all the response his silent friend gave him. "So..." Scott sighed. "what are you going to do? What are you going to do about the blond bombshell back there?" Bob sighed and slumped down in his chair. "No fucking clue, huh?" Bob chuckled quietly, one corner of his mouth lifting quickly. Scott leaned towards his oldest friend. "Tell me one thing. Are you falling? Or have you already fallen?" "I'm trying to restrain myself Scott." He ticked off his points on his fingers. "One; he's young, barely eighteen. Two; we're roommates, partners too. Three; he was... definitely abused and I'm... I'm pretty sure it was... bad. as bad as it gets. Four; I don't have the slightest clue if he would even be interested in a guy, not to mention if that guy was me." Before Scott could answer a scream ripped through the apartment. He jumped, his eyes wide. Bob answered his unasked question. "Nightmares." His hands shook slightly as he rubbed his eyes. "He's been doing this all night." Scott stood and looked at his friend. "You're not going in there?" "I'm afraid if I do he'll bolt out the door never to be seen from again." "Fuck that!" Scott stalked down the hallway. Bob lit a cigarette with a still shaking hand and wondered if he had fucked up by not going to Jay when the first nightmare happened. Maybe he should've at least talked to him the next morning. He crossed his arms on the table and rested his head on them. Fuck if he knew, that's why he had called Scott. Scott stepped into the dark room and cringed at the sight in front of him. "Jesus wept." The boy was twisted in the sheets with old sweat and new tears drying on his face. His fist was shoved into his mouth but little whimpers escaped around it. In two long steps Scott was on the bed pulling Jay up into his arms, stroking his back and gently moving that fist away from his mouth. Jay woke; his eyes still staring into what ever place his sleep had dragged him to. He shifted away from Scott, his whimpers shifting to hoarse curses when he recognized who was holding him. The older man kept stroking his back, ignoring those long fingers that pushed at his chest. He whispered soothing noises, moving a hand to stroke the blond hair until Jay rested his head on his shoulder and sobbed. He poured out a river of pain, it might as well been blood instead of the salty tears. Scott rocked him and kissed his temple and waited out the storm, not letting go until the tears stopped. Finally with a shuddering breath Jay moved away, tilting his head forward and hiding behind tangled strands of dull gold. Scott wordlessly handed a bunch of tissues. "I... I fucked up your shirt. I got it all wet." Scott stripped off his shirt in one fluid motion. "There. I'll borrow one of Bob's. Okay?" A shadow of a smile flickered across Jay's pale face. He sighed and flopped back on the bed, resting his forearms across his face, unconsciously mirroring Bob's pose in the kitchen. "Come on, out of bed lazybones." Scott stood and crossed his arms, making it clear that he wasn't moving until Jay got up. The blond tried to wait him out, slowing his breathing to mimic sleep. When a pair of jeans landed on his head he kinda figured Scott wasn't buying it. He groaned and rolled out of bed pulling the jeans along with him. He started half-heartedly cursing about rude people he didn't even *know* throwing things at him and how a body couldn't get any privacy. Scott just laughed. A slow continuous rumbling sound. It was... nice. It was what Bob would sound like if he laughed. Jay stumbled, one leg tangled in the denim. He really wanted to hear Bob laugh. The *want* grabbed him by the back of the neck and shook him like a puppy. He finally got both feet where they were supposed to go. His mind was carefully circling around that want. Needing to understand it but wary of getting too close. Wanting was dangerous. It could carve breaches in walls it had taken him years to build. He pulled himself away from that thought, deciding that what he really wanted was coffee, a smoke and maybe a joint. The silence in the room tickled the back of his neck, raising that soft fine hair and making him shiver like he had been caressed. Really touched not just grabbed and bruised. **dammit-shut-the-fuck-up-I-don't-want-to-think-about-that-I-don't-I-don't-I-need-a-smoke-got-to-find-Bob-maybe-talk-him- into-lounging-on-the-couch-so-I-can-touch-him-just-touch-him-rest-against-him-what-the-fuck-is-this-no-I-don't-care-what-it- is-don't-care-just-want-to-lean-on-Bob-Scott's-not-laughing-anymore-what-the-fuck--** Scott wasn't laughing anymore, in fact he was trying to convince his stomach to keep the coffee where it was. He had been watching the blond getting dressed. And it was a sight to behold. Long thin legs twisting into the jeans leading up to a sweet, sweet ass half covered by boxers-- **Thongs, got to talk this kid into thongs** He grinned at that thought. His eyes continued to roam, tracing patterns up the pale skin of Jay's back, pausing over old scars and wishing his hair wasn't hiding his shoulders. Jay shifted, almost falling while tugging at his pants. Scott had a smart-ass comment on the tip of his tongue but it never made it past his lips. When Jay had stumbled his boxers had drifted lower, barely resting on those narrow hips. And Scott saw it. TBC graceless (who knows she is very very evil)