TITLE: DOIN' TIME
AUTHOR: Jaysbych1 (jaysbych@sbcglobal.net)
PAIRING: Jay & Silent Bob
RATING: NC-17
FEEDBACK: Please? But remember, I'm new to this so be gentle.
DISCLAIMER: Kevin Smith owns Jay & Silent Bob. 'Cos if I did I'd be all like
"Hey baby, how you like that, umh umh, oh yeah, umh umh, you like that don't
ya..." uhm, what? Where was I?
SERIES/SEQUEL: Doubt it will merit a sequel, unless the whole thing is too
long and turns into a series against my will.
NOTES: NC-17 is for hardcore drug use, very bad language, and 2 stoner boys
goin' at it like rabbits for the 1st time. Of course, if drug use and dirty
language and kinky sex are a problem for you, then, what is it you like about
Kevin Smith's movies again? 
Thanks to Mercury for the Beta!!  
SUMMARY: I took Jason Mewes' heroin problem & gave it to Jay, then get them
arrested.
WARNINGS: There are some pretty graphic scenes in this fic.
SPOILERS: This is set between Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back & Clerks 2. If
you haven't seen Clerks 2 it might spoil some subplots for you. And there are
references to other Askewniverse movies.
ARCHIVING: Of course! But please let me know if you do. I'd like to have at
least a 3-day celebration if someone actually likes this enough to do that.
Parting Remark: "Biggest pair you've ever seen, Dingleberry!"

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DOIN' TIME

Jay slid slowly down the wall behind the Quickstop as he wrapped the rubber
tourniquet above his bicep, using his teeth to aid him in tying it off. He
tried to think how long it'd been since they'd left Hollywood, and stopped
goin' around the world jumpin' assholes who were dissin' 'em on the internet,
and he couldn't. It was all one big blur. He knew they shoulda' never let that
fuckin' movie get made.

He clenched his hand into a fist repeatedly, then laid it out palm up on his
slender, outstretched leg to find a vein. How long had he been doin' this shit?
He wondered to himself. Couldn't be more than a few months. Those crazy
Hollywood fucks. It was their fault he was sittin' in this alley. He didn't
even like needles. That skanky fuckin' ho Justice. She took him to meet those
fuckers before she got locked up. Of course one week in the fuckin' joint and
now she's all about the clam. Figures. Every fuckin' time he let somebody get
close they left. 'cept for his hetero lifemate. He never shoulda' let that
bitch take him from Bob's side that night.

'Course if he didn't get a fuckin' move on and pop this shit already Bob
might come lookin' for him & catch him in the act. Then he'd get his shit beat
to fuck and Bob'd ditch his ass just like everybody else he'd ever known. He
spotted the vein and popped the needle into his skin, slowly depressing the
plunger and releasing the tourniquet with his teeth.

This shit worked real fast. He could already feel it surging through him as
he stashed his kit in his pocket. He had to act like everything was normal; not
an easy task with his head spinnin' like that. He tried sliding up the wall and
standing. His legs didn't like that one bit, and his ass connected with
pavement again. Fuck. He resorted to crawling over to the fence next to the
place to pull himself up. It finally worked, and he thought his head was
starting to clear enough to at least walk. The sheer rush of the shit began
kicking in and by the time he was halfway around the building he was at a dead
run.

He rounded the corner and spotted Bob standing in his usual spot in front of
the window. He did a running leap at Bob and snatched the hat off his head.

Bob raised a single, questioning eyebrow. What the fuck?

Jay tossed the hat back to him. "Shit, I didn't think you'd be back this
quick, Lunchbox. You usually spend like fuckin' half an hour in that fuckin'
place this time of day."

Bob looked at him. One hand pointed to his watch, and he glared at Jay coldly.

Jesus motherfuckin Christ, Jay thought to himself. I was gone a fuckin' hour
this time. "What, I had to piss, and those motherfuckin' clerks in there kept
lookin' out the fuckin' back door. You know I can't piss with some gay ass
motherfucker starin' at my piece, getting' all horny for me and shit."

Bob just stared, his soft brown eyes locked directly onto Jay's cool blue
ones, one finger still directed towards his watch. An hour to piss? that look
said.

"What are you the motherfuckin' piss Nazi now? Got to report to this tubby
fuck right here if'n ya' gotta drain the lizard, he's the fuckin' piss Nazi
now," Jay paced as he screamed.

Bob let it go and fired up another smoke just as he spotted a customer
walking their way. He backhanded Jay's chest and pointed.

Jay's head jerked in the general direction Bob had indicated until he spotted
a tall, muscular man in a Morris Day T-shirt. That was good enough for him.
Bob, on the other hand, had spotted the bulge under the guy's arm-the
indicator of a Glock in a shoulder holster. Bob tapped Jay's arm and shook his
head.

"You holdin' man? " said the tall guy.

"Yeah man, what 'chu want?" came Jay's standard reply.

"Dime bag," the man smiled, "How much?"

"Fifteen bucks..." Jay began his usual song, but a slap from Bob stopped him.
"What? You fat fuck, What??" he yelled.

Bob caught his eyes again and slowly shook his head. Jay started to turn back
to the customer when Bob caught his arm and pulled him back. He tried again,
but to no avail. Jay could really be a stupid fuck sometimes.

Jay turned back to the customer. "You got the cash, I got the stash, man. Pay
up, bitch," Jay said, holding one hand to the stranger, one hand to Bob.

Bob took the opportunity to dump all their stash, dropping it out the back of
his coat and into the trash can, with the exception of a single dime bag which
he knew Jay would badger him into handing over.

"Come on cocksucker, quit holdin' out on me and make with the shit, bitch,"
Jay said, slapping Bob's chest with the back of his hand.

Bob rolled his eyes and handed over a single baggie to his skinny friend,
stuck his cig in his mouth, and resigned himself to the inevitable.

Jay got the cash and slid the baggie into the stranger's hand just as the
cuffs clicked into place around his slender wrist.

"Flee, Fatass! Flee!" Jay screamed as the cop spun him around to lean face
first against the wall. That's when he saw that Bob was being cuffed as well.
"Fuck," was all he could say.

The cop's partner had approached while Jay had been selling to him. The cops
patted them down thoroughly, the Morris Day cop pausing when he got to Jay's
crotch.

"Is this a weapon, son?" the cop said.

He who never shuts up said, "Only if you're a hot bitch, nootch."

The cop moved to his back pocket. "Well, well, well. Look what we have here,"
The cop said, pulling the case out of Jay's pants, " Looks like a dope kit to
me," he said.

Fuck, Jay thought to himself, his mind racing. Bob's right here and he's
gonna see this fucker with my goddamned kit Oh my fuckin' god this is it my
fuckin' life is over Bob's gonna pound me into a fuckin' grease spot for bein'
a candy ass junkie then he's gonna ditch me and I'm gonna be alone oh fuck oh
fuck oh fuck.

Sure enough, he opened the kit, with Bob standing right there.
The cigarette fell from Bob's open mouth as he looked at the kit, then back
at Jay. He just stared at his friend with that hurt puppy dog look until the
cops finished their pat down and shoved them into the police car. Jay, for
once, was silent.

Hours later they found themselves in a holding cell alone. Jay was pacing
like a tiger, waiting for the ass-beating to begin. Of course, he has no
patience or self control, so Bob had barely made himself comfy on the bottom
bunk when Jay broke the silence.

"Just fuckin' get it over with, man, I'm sick of waitin' for it." Jay said,
standing before Bob, a look of desperation on his face.

Bob just looked up, eyebrow raised questioningly.

"I know you're gonna fuckin' kill me so just make it quick, ok?" Jay said.

Bob shook his head, then waved a hand in Jay's direction. Why'd you start
shooting up?

"What? Why the hell you think? We was in fuckin' Hollywood with all those
crazy fuckers, and that fuckin' skank Justice introduces me to a bunch of
famous junkies after draggin' my ass away from you at a party, what the fuck
was I supposed to do?" he said, stopping before Bob again.

Bob pointed to Jay, then himself. Why couldn't you tell me?

"That look right there, that fuckin' look of disappointment in those big
brown doe-eyes. I can't fuckin' take that shit. Plus I know you're gonna
fuckin' take off as soon as we're outta here now that you know I'm just a
fuckin' loser ass junkie, so fuck it," he said, sinking to the floor at Bob's
feet, "I didn't want you to ditch me like everyone else has."

There were tears in his eyes now. Let 'em come, he thought. He didn't have
anything to hide anymore. He sat cross-legged before Bob on the floor, elbows
on his knees, face in his hands, hair hanging down obscuring his face.
A meaty hand reached into the tangle of hair, cupping his chin and turning
his face up to meet Bob's piercing gaze. He brushed a few strands of hair from
Jay's eyes so the blond could get the message. Bob slowly shook his head,
making it clear. I'll never leave you.

"I know once we're outta here you're gonna get sick of this shit and bolt.
Hell, I don't even wanna be seen with my junkie fuckin' ass."

Jay stood up, turning as he did so, but not before Bob caught his wrist and
pulled him back, hard enough that Jay fell onto the bunk next to Bob. Bob
turned Jay to face him, a single tear slid from one corner of one eye.

Uncharacteristically, Bob broke his silence, his voice shakier than Jay had
ever heard it, "You honestly think so little of me? You honestly think I'm
gonna throw away a lifelong friendship over a fuckin' drug habit you've picked
up? You really don't have a fuckin' clue, do you? Haven't I always had your
back? Haven't I always been there for you? " He paused to see Jay's reaction.
Jay just nodded, jaw hanging open, his puzzled eyes locked on Bob's.

"So what makes you think I'm gonna bail on you now? Damn you can be a thick-
headed fuck. We're gonna get you off that shit if it kills us both," he grabbed
Jay's tear streaked face in both hands and looked him dead in the eye," I love
you, man, and I'm not gonna leave you. You got that you fucked up little
bitch?" With that, he threw an arm around the blond and fell back into silence,
leaning back against the wall, and hanging onto his best friend, who was now
sobbing into his chest.

Between sobs, Jay mumbled into Bob's chest, "I love you too man. You're
right, I gotta get clean, gotta straighten up & shit. Don't know what I'd do
without your tubby ass."

Jay's mumbling continued until they both fell asleep.

"Hey, ladies, if you can pry yourselves apart, your arraignment's in a few
minutes," the guard called out.

"I didn't come in you, Pete, I swear!" Jay said, sitting bolt upright at the
cop's words.

Bob looked him over and didn't like what he saw. Jay was shaking, there were
dark circles around his eyes, his skin was much paler than usual, and he was
sweating. Jay was always cold, which is why he always dressed in layers, and
here he was sweating. His hair was a tangled mess which he was trying to push
out of his face.

"What're you fuckin' starin' at?" Jay said when he finally got his hair out
of his face, "I know I'm hot but damn, take a number."

Bob ignored his words as he always did. He walked over to the sink to brush
his teeth. That was when he heard Jay groan.

"I feel like shit, man," he said, doubled over clutching his stomach, "I
think..Oh fuck.." was all he said before he dropped to his knees in front of
the toilet.

Bob was at his side in seconds, holding Jay's hair back while meals he'd
eaten in grade school flew into the bowl. Bob didn't think Jay'd eaten that
much in his entire life. He hated this, but he meant what he'd said. He loved
the scrawny fuck, but Jay just didn't seem to understand how much. That was all
right with him; as long as he could be here to back him up and protect him,
that was enough.

Once the nausea had subsided, Bob pulled him to the sink and helped him clean
up. He finished just in time for the guard to return and lead them to the
courtroom.

"How do you plead?" the judge asked.

"Not.." Jay started before Bob silenced him with an elbow.

Their court-appointed lawyer spoke for them. "Guilty."

"Do you have anything to say about your actions?" The judge replied.

"Your honor, these gentlemen only sell illegal substances in order to pay for
their habit. Ergo, if we eliminate the habit, we eliminate the illegal sales.
Since this is their first conviction, I would like to suggest that they be
placed into a rehabilitation program for the term of their sentence."

"So be it. You are remanded to the state rehabilitation facility for a term
of no less than six months."

By that afternoon they were in their new cell. It was very small,
approximately seven by ten, with bunk beds, a jail style toilet and a very
small sink.

"All the fuckin' comforts of home," Jay said as they entered their new cell.
He immediately climbed the bars and perched in the corner, hanging by his
ankles and elbows, which he'd hooked through the bars.

Bob motioned for him to come down, patting the bunk beside him. He was really
worried about the progression of Jay's withdrawal. He was trembling more,
nervous, still sweating, but now he was cold. All he needed was for Jay to have
a seizure while hanging from the bars.

Jay dropped to the floor in a crouch, slowly drawing himself to a standing
position before sitting on the bed next to Bob.

"This fuckin' blows. I'm fuckin' freezin' in here," Jay said, shaking hard.
Bob stood up, stripped the top bunk and draped the blankets around his
slender, shivering friend.

"This shit ain't workin' man. I'm still fuckin' freezing' to death here."

Bob stripped the lower bunk as well, wrapping everything around Jay.
"Dude, I can't fuckin' believe how gay this is gonna sound, but I gotta ask,"
Jay sighed, "Could you get your tubby ass in here with me? I know, I know, it's
gay as fuck. But I'm gonna fuckin' die of hypo-fuckin'-thermia here." He looked
up at Bob, pleading with his eyes.
Bob obliged, opening the blankets just long enough to slide in behind Jay.
"Now don't go poppin' a bone on me now, this is an emergency. I know you
wanna tag this sweet ass, but I'm all about the clam, fucker. Nootch."

Great. Bob thought to himself. At least he still has a sense of humor.

The next week was a sleepless nightmare of withdrawal and anxiety. Jay spent
the week shaking, freezing, puking, and screaming in pain, when he wasn't
pacing, hallucinating, or crying. Bob spent the week trying to keep Jay warm,
calm, and alive. He tried to reassure him during the hallucinations, keep him
warm when he was cold, hold him when he cried, and generally stand by him,
forgoing his own personal comfort and sleep to care for his best friend.
The following week Jay began to level out a bit. At least the hallucinations
were gone, the pain had eased a bit, and he was starting to eat a little and
not return it seconds later. Bob was exhausted from taking care of Jay all
week, and they both still looked and felt like hell.

That, however, did not keep the staff of the rehab from incorporating the
boys into the program once it was clear that Jay was through the worst of the
withdrawal. This meant they were on the same schedule as the general population
of the place. Unfortunately this meant they got to eat and shower with a bunch
of guys.

Eating with strangers wasn't so bad. However, it was breakfast that made Bob
dread showering with these particular guys. As soon as they made their way
across the room with their trays, Bob noticed the looks, the whispers, the
occasional whistle. Maybe it wasn't prison, but something happens when guys are
locked up together whatever the reason. Jay was a thin man with long, blond
hair, and a pretty face. Bob could see several fistfights in his near future,
and he wasn't looking forward to it. Jay didn't even notice. He was too busy
picking at his food and bitching about it.

That evening was their first group shower experience. They walked in last,
hanging back a bit. Bob intentionally hung back, hoping that if they stayed
near the exit and didn't step on any toes they'd escape the notice of the rest
of the guys. He was so fuckin' wrong.

The moment they hung up their towels and turned on the water, all eyes were
on Jay. He was oblivious, as usual. Bob scrubbed himself down quickly, then
turned his back to the wall under the pretense of rinsing. He had to keep an
eye on Jay's many admirers since the dumb blond didn't notice all eyes were on
him. Bob actually heard moans from the men when Jay washed his hair. He was in
the process of rinsing himself and setting the bar of soap down when he made
the ultimate mistake; Jay dropped the soap.

Bob intercepted the enormous skinhead who went for the pert little cheeks Jay
had exposed retrieving the soap from the floor. One punch and the six foot nine
Nazi hit the floor unconscious. Bob now stood between Jay and about twenty
other men, most of whom looked as interested as the now sleeping Nazi had been.

Jay finally stood up, looking at the Nazi and then Bob.
"What the fuck happened to him?" he asked.

A burly guy with long dark hair made his way to the front of the pack. "Okay, 
you knocked Spider out so we know you're badass, but you can't take us
all," he said.

"He's MY bitch, and nobody touches him but me," Bob said. Jay started to
protest and got an elbow to the ribs. For once he caught the message.

"That's right I'm his bitch, thank you very much. You'se is all shit outta
luck 'cos only he can tag this sweet ass," he said, rubbing his slender hands
over his smooth cheeks.

Bob just rolled his eyes.

"Okay, prove it," the big guy said, crossing his arms over his massive chest.

"Prove what?" Jay said, clueless.

"Prove you're his bitch. I mean, if you really are, you won't mind fucking
him right here, right now, in front of everyone," he smiled.

Bob held up a finger and said "Excuse us just one moment."
He then turned to Jay, pulling him aside. He'd done the mental calculations.
In their present conditions, there was no way they could kick the asses of that
many guys. Not with Jay weak from detoxing and himself weak from lack of sleep.

"No way, no fuckin way man!" Jay said.

"It's the only way," Bob said.

"No fuckin' way."

"The way I see it, you have two choices," Bob began. Jay tried to interrupt, "No."

"Hear me out you stupid fuck. Okay. Either we put on a show, and I fuck you
to convince these guys to leave you alone, or they beat the shit out of us both
and hold me down while all twenty of these fuckers take turns on your ass." He
looked up at Jay, his eyes reflecting a cold resignation.

"We can kick their queer asses," Jay said.

Bob's eyes were locked on Jay's, his voice deadly serious. "No, we can't.
We're both too exhausted. Between us we could take maybe seven right now. Not
twenty. Jay, it's the only way."

Jay stared at him, pondering. Fuck Bob, or get our asses kicked and get gang
raped by a bunch of queer fucks I don't even know, he thought to himself. No
contest.

"This don't mean I'm gay," Jay said.

"I know."

"It's survival."

"I know."

"Be gentle you gay fuck."

"Fuck you Jay, just trust me."

"What motherfuckin' choice do I have?" Jay said.

"Just follow my lead, and don't get grossed out," Bob said.

"Come on girls we don't have all fuckin' day," said the big fuck.

Jay walked up to the ringleader, staring him down. "We do this, you'se leave us 
the hell alone, right?" he asked.

"Just prove you're his property and that's the end of it. Don't nobody wanna
take on his ass solo, not after watchin' him take Spider out with one punch."
He laughed. "But we gotta get our entertainment somehow. And together I'm
pretty sure we can take you two in nothing flat. Now get on with it," he said,
stepping back.

Jay turned to Bob and shrugged. He was nervous as hell, but he was determined
not to show it. He moved slowly toward Bob, unsure of where to begin.

Bob was nervous, but for entirely different reasons. The prospect of finally
getting to second base with Jay would have terrified him, much less scoring.
But in front of all these crazy fuckers? He had thought about fucking Jay for a
long time, but this was not a scenario he had ever imagined. He wanted it to be
private, romantic even. Not this. Yet he was already getting hard at the
thought of it. Well, he thought to himself, At least I can make it as nice as
possible, given the circumstances.

Finally, Jay said "Fuck it," and backed Bob up against the wall with a kiss.
He was thankful for Bob's obsessive hygiene; at least he didn't have ass
breath. Bob's beard tickled Jay's face as they kissed, his tongue brushed
against Jay's lips, which parted, giving him full access. This ain't so fuckin'
bad. Jay thought to himself as their tongues entwined. His hands slid down
Bob's shoulders as he found himself getting lost in the kiss. Bob's hands were
all over him, sliding over his tightly muscled chest, savoring the smoothness
of his creamy skin. Damn he kisses better than a hot bitch. Jay thought as his
slender fingers found Bob's ready cock. He's fuckin' huge. Jay thought, his
eyes popping open. He broke the kiss to catch a quick glance down. His hand
hadn't lied; his eyes confirmed the data. Bob's hand wrapped around Jay's
erection, which Jay was quite stunned about. He hadn't even realized he'd
popped a bone kissin' Bob. He heard someone moaning as Bob teased the
head of his cock, then realized it was himself.

Bob's other hand was on his ass. Jay was confused. He'd never have given sex
with a guy a second thought before. If someone had told him yesterday he'd be
fucking his best friend, he'd of beat the shit out of them. Suddenly he wanted
nothing more than to fuck Bob 'til he passed out.

Jay slid one knee up the wall and against Bob's hip, his foot behind Bob's
thigh, his free arm hooked around Bob's neck, his face buried in a tangle of
dark, damp hair. Bob's finger brushed against Jay's asshole gently, toying with
the tight opening. Jay nibbled Bob's ear, whispering, "Go for it, Lunchbox."

Bob slowly slid a single finger into Jay as the blond sank his teeth into
Bob's shoulder. Once Bob's finger was all the way in, Jay released the death
grip his teeth had on the big man's shoulder, leaving a bruise.

"Fuck that hurts," Jay whispered.

Bob looked into Jay's eyes, raising a single eyebrow. Wanna quit? The look
said.

"Fuck no," Jay said quietly, "Just gimme a fuckin' minute."

Jay kissed him again, savoring the sensation of his tongue probing Bob's
mouth, their tongues sliding passionately together. Jay finally broke the kiss
again, writhing on Bob's hand.

"More motherfucker," Jay whispered, "Gimme more." Bob eased another finger in as 
Jay moaned louder, burying his face in Bob's neck.

"Damn that's hot," said a voice from the crowd.

He worked his fingers in and out, Jay meeting his rhythm with his hips,
slowly grinding against him. Jay nibbled Bob's neck, tugging at his ear with
his teeth.

Finally he couldn't take it any more. "Bob, so help me if you don't get down
on this floor and fuck me right fuckin' now, I'm gonna bust a nut right in your
motherfuckin' eye," Jay said, licking Bob's neck.

Bob removed his fingers as gently as possible as Jay slid down his enormous
body, his tongue tracing a path over Bob's huge pecs, pausing to tease each
tender nipple.

The crowd hastily threw towels down so the pair wouldn't have to fuck on the
bare tile. At least they were considerate.

Jay sank to the floor and rolled up onto his hands and knees, figuring that
would be best. He was wrong.

Bob slowly dropped to his knees beside Jay, one hand on Jay's back to get his
attention. He caught those blue eyes and motioned for him to roll over. Jay
didn't argue. Although he would've done anything Bob told him to at that point,
he was getting tired. He lay on his back, and in seconds Bob was on him,
caressing those slender legs, pushing his muscular thighs up to give him easier
penetration. He moved slowly, for which the blond was grateful. He nudged the
head of his cock against Jay's tight opening, taking his time, easing in as
gently as he could. Jay clawed his back, screaming as he was penetrated again.
Bob stopped, looking at Jay questioningly, afraid he'd hurt his lifemate worse
than he had to.

"What the fuck're ya stoppin' for?" Jay asked, panting. He grabbed two
handfuls of dark hair and pulled Bob down into another passionate kiss, then
held him eye to eye. "I want you right fuckin' now. I want you to fuck me like a skanky ho, 'til I come like a fuckin' freight train, and you bust a nut in my motherfuckin' brown eye. I want you to pound my ass like it's your fuckin' 
life's work. I don't give a flying fuck who's watchin'. You own this ass, motherfucker, so act like it already." With that he let go of Bob's hair and 
grabbed his ass, pulling Bob closer as he pushed his own hips back in an effort 
to impale himself further.

Bob needed no more urging. He grabbed Jay's hips, pulling him close, fully
burying his cock in the tightness of Jay's ass. Jay rolled his hips and Bob
almost lost it right there.

"Oh my motherfuckin' god," Jay said between moans.

Bob savored every moment, kept his eyes open, trying to etch the image of Jay
forever in his mind as he looked lying there, his golden hair splayed across
the floor, his sweet mouth open, his tongue occasionally flicking out to
moisten his pink lips.

He thrust against Jay, picking up a fast rhythm which the blond met easily,
pushing his hips up to meet every thrust. Jay clung to him, his nails digging
long scratches into Bob's back as he writhed beneath him. "Oh yeah, oh god, oh my motherfuckin' god, harder, yeah faster, oh yeah harder, fuck me, fuck me like you 
mean it you big bitch oh yeah fuck yeah," Jay chanted breathlessly under Bob's assault, "Fuck yeah, fuck yeah, tear it up motherfucker, fuck yeah."

Suddenly Jay tensed, his grip tightening on Bob's back, his heels digging
into the big guy's sides as he screamed his lifemate's name, his muscles
contracting around Bob's cock as he came, soaking their chests in his fluid.
That was all it took to send Bob over the edge. He pulled Jay up into his
arms as he knelt on the floor, thrusting up into him one final time, whispering
"I love you Jay," into his ear as he clung to the blond, his face buried in a
tangle of golden tresses. They sat there clinging to each other until a voice,
and applause, broke the silence.

"That was beautiful, really," the ringleader said, tears in his eyes, "I
mean, we were expecting to see your basic ass rape, but this," his voice broke,
"That's love, man," he said, turning and walking away.

The rest of the crowd filed out and left them alone. They separated, got up
slowly, and finished their showers in silence. Jay was never this quiet, and
Bob was worried; more so when Jay remained quiet even after they got back to
the cell.

Bob took his customary spot on the lower bunk while Jay climbed the bars to
perch in the corner of the cell. Bob looked up at him. His long, slender arms
snaked through the bars supporting him at the elbows, his long legs hung down
hooked through the bars at the ankles, his golden hair draped over his eyes and
cascaded down his shoulders to his chest, making him look somewhat angelic. Bob
couldn't hide the slight smirk that appeared at the thought of Jay as angelic.
Though, it's not much of a stretch, really. They had been prophets, and they
had met angels, though angels lacked some pretty specific recreational
equipment...Jesus he was over-thinking this.

Jay looked up, catching the smirk on Bob's face.

"What?" Jay said, dropping down from the bars and sitting next to Bob on the
lower bunk, "What the fuck is that look about you tubby fuck?" he said.
Bob just shook his head and tried not to look at him.

"Fine. Whatever," Jay said, an edge to his voice, "Maintain your usual
fuckin' silence just like nothin' happened. Act like it's all fuckin' good. Act
like you didn't just fuck me in front of twenty guys and make me scream like a
little fuckin' bitch. Act like you didn't fuckin' enjoy every motherfuckin'
minute of it."

He was pacing the floor of the cell now, working up to another insane rant,
"It was all a show for those fuckin' cocksmokers out there, is that it?" he
paused, looking at Bob for a reaction.

Bob sighed, slowly shaking his head. He couldn't find the words; he had to
let Jay bring them out.

Jay's jaw dropped, "Okay, so you got into it. You wouldn't a done it if we
hadn't been backed into a fuckin' corner though would you?" he asked.
Bob shook his head, then shrugged.

"What the fuck's that supposed t'mean, huh?" he asked angrily, "What, you
wouldn't fuck me unless you had no choice? What kinda fuckin' bullshit is that?
Ain't I good enough for your big fuckin' ass? What, you wanna bend one of these
other bastards over and bury your fuckin' meat in their brown eye? Mine ain't
sweet enough? What the fuck?" He was pacing again, "So what you said while you 
were busy bustin' a nut in my fuckin' ass. That was bullshit?" He paused again.

Bob looked him directly in the eye, shaking his head slowly, never breaking
eye contact.

Jay froze.

"You meant it?"

He nodded just as slowly, never taking his eyes off Jay's.

"Don't fuck with me, Lunchbox, don't fuckin' admit to something if you don't
really mean it. I mean, what the fuck, first you wouldn't fuck me unless you
had to, but then you say you love me. Think maybe you could give me a fuckin'
break and just tell me what the fuck is goin' on in that brilliant
motherfuckin' mind of yours before I start beating my motherfuckin' head
against these bars and knock myself out so I don't have to wonder where this
shit is goin'?"

Bob sighed, and patted the seat next to him. Jay sat back down, wondering
where he was going to end up if he'd just fucked up the only friendship he'd
ever had that meant anything to him.

He thought for a moment before speaking, "Do you remember the first time I
beat somebody's ass for you?" he asked.

"Second grade. You got suspended three days and I skipped every day to hang
with you."

"You somehow think that wasn't love? I've kicked ass for you, watched out for
you, put up with more shit than I've ever seen any other human being even think
about getting into, for you. You really wanna know why I never would've tagged
that ass without being backed into a corner?" Bob asked, glaring at Jay. He
hated baring his soul like this, but it was long overdue.

"Yeah, I really wanna fuckin' know," Jay said.

"Because," he sighed, "I've always been your muscle, your backup. I didn't
want to betray your trust. I thought if you believed for even a fraction of a
second that I might even entertain the slightest notion that maybe I could be
capable of fucking a guy, much less you, that you'd be gone faster than a
snowflake in hell, and I'd be lost. Fucking lost. I fuckin' love you. I always
have, and I always will. I never said anything, because I didn't need to. Just
being here with you, just being your muscle, just sharing the apartment,
sellin' drugs together, that was enough."

He looked up at Jay, who for once was speechless, "And after the way things
happened today, well, I didn't know what your reaction would be, so I waited. I
didn't know if you'd hate me, or love me, or want to forget it ever happened."

"So what, are we like dating now?" Jay asked.

"How the fuck should I know? Riddle me this, what do you want?" Bob asked him.

"I wanna fuck you at least once a day until the day I die, and at least twice
then before I check out. I wanna go down and make like a fuckin' circus seal
'til you scream like a little girl. I wanna lick every inch of your
motherfuckin' big ass body and memorize every hair on your godddamned ballsack.
I wanna spend the rest of my motherfuckin' life thinking of different ways for
us to make with the lovin'," he said, "That's what the fuck I want. Think you
can handle that shit?" he asked, looking at Bob expectantly.

"Considering I've been thinking the same thing for years, I think I can deal
with it," he replied.

"And I'll tell you this shit up front, I catch you fuckin' anybody else I'll
gut you like a fuckin' deer and decorate all of Jersey with your motherfuckin'
entrails. And ain't no fuckin' bitches coming between us unless we're
doubleteamin' her fingercuffs style," Jay said, throwing an arm around his
boyfriend.

"So you're okay with this?" Bob asked.

"Hells yeah. I'm just sayin' if we see some hot bitches, we don't gotta go
cold turkey off the clam, long as you remember you're coming home to this sweet
ass," Jay said, turning his ass toward Bob and running his hand over it for
emphasis.

Bob pulled him down into his lap. "You know, I wouldn't have chosen for our first time to be so barbaric," he said, brushing a stray lock of hair from Jay's eyes.

"Well," Jay said, running a hand over Bob's pecs, "Why don't you fuck me the
way you really wanna fuck me then. What the fuck are you waitin' for, an
engraved motherfuckin' invitation? Make with the sex already," he said,
straddling Bob's hips and leaning down to kiss him. He paused, looking down
into those big brown eyes.

"You know I love you too, right?" Jay said.

Bob nodded, smiling.

"You also know I'm a shitty boyfriend, right?"

Bob just shrugged and rolled his eyes. I'm used to your shit.