TITLE: "Dropping the Subject"
AUTHOR: Aiobheann
RATING: R Harsh language, drug use, non-explicit m/m
sexual activity.
PAIRING: Jay/Silent Bob
SUMMARY: Short PWP. Jay calls Bob's bluff about his
"chasing Amy" story to Holden. 
NOTES: This is my first piece of J/SB slash. I write
extensively in the Farscape fandom, though, so I popped
my slash cherry a while back. This story takes place after
Jay and Bob leave Holden in the diner in "Chasing Amy."
I know Jay said they had a bus to catch, but just pretend
they went home instead, okay? 
DISCLAIMER: Jay and Bob and all things "Chasing
Amy" are the property of the most excellent Kevin Smith,
and no copyright infringement is intended by their use
here. Only the words are mine, and they are copyright
Aiobheann, 2000.
ARCHIVE: If anyone is archiving J/SB slash, feel free --
just keep my header and e-mail me to let me know where
you put it.
FEEDBACK: aiobhean@wcc.net


"Chasin' Amy my fuckin' ass. You never went with no
girl named Amy, man." 

Jay snatched off his cap, tossing it with a total lack of
aim toward the couch. It landed half in and half out of a
pizza box that still contained three wizened slices of
cheese and pepperoni. Warming to his theme, Jay
continued talking as he scrounged for a beer and a
reasonably clean dinner plate in the kitchen.

Bob merely rolled his eyes and carefully hung up his
coat, toeing Jay's stocking cap out of the pizza box as he
lowered himself to the sagging sofa. 

"See, I'da known if you was banging some chick named
Amy, because your tired ass is always with me. And if
you *were* off banging some chick named Amy that
somehow *I * didn't know a fuckin' thing about, you
shoulda known not to say anything about it in front of
me, cause I'd kill you."

Out of Jay's view, Bob bounced his head in time to the
cadence of Jay's ranting, grinning. As soon as Jay
emerged from the kitchen, balancing a beer bottle and a
bag of weed on a dinner plate, the grin disappeared, the
sarcastic head-bobbing stilled, and he assumed the
patient, all-suffering look of bland amusement that he
always seemed to wear.

"So why'd you tell that dumbass story to Mr. FunnyBook,
huh? I *know* it was all smoke blowing outta your ass --
at least it *better* be --" Jay opened the beer, then the
bag of weed, and took a long swig with one hand while
shaking pot out onto the plate with the other. He began to
painstakingly pick out the seeds and stems, dropping
them into an empty beer bottle, one of the many on the
scarred, greasy surface of the dining table in the corner.
"-- so explain it to me, asshole."

"It was what Holden needed to hear," Bob said quietly. "I
helped him find his way to his truth."

"You and your fuckin' Jedi master shit. So there was
never no girl named Amy?" Jay said, careful to keep his
voice neutral.

"You know there wasn't. Come over here."

Jay stared down at the pile of pot for a moment, still
absently toying with it. He glanced up at Bob, and then
hardened his features as best he could, pasting on a sneer.
"You go off banging some girl named Amy -- *any girl*
-- and I'll get medieval on your tubby ass, got it?"

"Got it."

Grudgingly, Jay got up and walked over to the couch,
stopping between Bob's sprawled-out knees. "You better,
asshole. You don't need nobody else but me."

He dropped to his knees, unzipping Bob's jeans and
bending his head, blond hair spreading out over Bob's
thighs like a curtain.

Bob hissed in breath, head dropping of the back of the
sofa as Jay worked on him. 

You don't need nobody else but me.

For Jay -- as much as he talked, he talked about
everything *but* this, the part of their relationship that
just happened and kept on happening without
examination or discussion -- that was pretty fucking close
to a declaration of love.

He knew enough to keep silent right now, as much as he
wanted to say so many things that Jay would pretend not
to have heard. It was only okay as long as nobody talked
about it, and just having seen the look on Jay's face when
he thought Bob might have been seeing someone else, no
matter how long ago, was enough for now. Everything
was all right. They could go on doing this, not talking
about it, and that was okay. 

Jay swept his mouth up, swirling his tongue lazily around
the head of Bob's cock, drawing another hissing moan
out of his partner.

"Jay?"

Jay lifted his head, barely keeping the end of his tongue
in contact with Bob's sensitized skin, and when he spoke,
the breath carrying his words was enough to make Bob
almost lose it right then.

"Yeah?"

"I love it when you finally shut up."

END "Dropping the Subject"