Title: Feather
Author: Kelandris the Mad
Fandom: View Askewniverse, Dogma (post)
Pairing: Jay / Silent Bob
Rating: NC-17 for sex. Not so much on language. Sex and tickling 
part II.
Status: New
Archive: wherever you want, full permission, just lemme know about 
it. No, I don't believe grabbing it from the list requires a note. :>
E-mail address for feedback: kel@crazysheep.net (as I'm having 
problems with Hotmail and I'm keeping Insub as clear as possible)
Series/Sequel: Sequel to Shut Up and Kiss Me and Have Mercy. Part 
III of III.
Disclaimers: All characters belong to Kevin Smith and the View 
Askewniverse. If I really get into this, I probably will too. Or at 
least go into hock when I walk into a video store, go into rut, and 
buy all the DVDs at once.
Notes: I'm getting better at this stuph. Yay for me. Now, if I 
could just get past the block on describing Jay as "the younger man"�
Summary: Bob tickles Jay awake, and Jay makes him pay for it.
Warnings: Language, graphic m/m sex.

"Feather"
by Kelandris


**You'd think tickling someone's nose with a feather, they'd wake 
right up,** Silent Bob thought. He was getting frustrated. And horny.

He lay down beside Jay, wrapping his arms around the blond's slender 
form. He moved the feather down to stroke his arms, and in the 
meantime, nibbled on those incredibly sensitive ears.

Jay gasped, shuddering and looking over his shoulder.

"Bob, whuthefuck? I was sleepin', man!"

Bob leaned closer, breathing softly into Jay's ear, licking around 
the curve and hearing him whimper.

"Do you still want to sleep?"

Jay shook his head, turning in Bob's arms to face him.

"Ooh, and you been thinkin' of me!" Jay said, reaching down to wrap 
his hands around Silent Bob's cock. Bob bit his lip, inhaling sharply.

"Oh yeah, I know what my boy Bob likes, huh?" Jay asked, running his 
fingers from base to tip. Then he licked his lips, casting a wicked 
look Bob's way.

"Lay down, babe." Jay pushed him flat, then leaned over and kissed 
him, licking at his teeth and tongue. Then he licked across his jaw, 
down his neck -- grazing over that spot that was still sensitive from 
Mercy's bite -- and continued, over his chest, nuzzling through the 
dark hair there. Bob moaned, arching his back, and Jay just smiled. 
He paid equal attention to each nipple, kissing and suckling until 
they were as hard as pebbles on his furred chest. Then he moved back 
up, kissing Bob's ears in turn, then kissing his forehead, kissing 
each closed eye, and moving back down to the neck.

"Fuck, Jay, don't tease," Bob moaned.

"Who said I was teasing? Noonch, man, I just love hearing you talk!" 
He kissed, nibbled and licked his way down Bob's arms, his chest, 
across his belly, all the while murmuring, "Talk to me, just talk to 
me...I love hearing you talk..."

**No pressure,** Bob thought hysterically. He cast his mind 
frantically over what he knew well enough to speak aloud while 
someone he was incredibly attracted to kissed his naked flesh. 
**Short list,** he thought breathlessly. Clearing his throat, he 
began.

"In your presence I rediscovered my name
My name that was hidden under the pain of separation
I rediscovered the eyes no longer veiled with fever
And your laughter like a flame piercing the shadows..."

Then Jay's mouth was on his cock, taking it all in and wrapping him 
in hot, wet joy, and his brain vaporlocked. All he could do was gasp 
as the blond's tongue curled and darted, circled and licked.

Jay lifted long enough to laugh softly. "Yeah, bitch, say it, say 
it!" Then he swallowed Bob whole and Bob screamed, his hips bucking 
forward, fucking Jay's willing mouth ardently.

"Oh, yeah, fuck yeah, Jay, Jay..." He felt like he was babbling. He 
didn't care. Fuck it, if it got him Jay and that hot mouth and that 
laugh, Jay's happy laugh; it had been a *long* time since Jay had 
laughed out of sheer happiness. He tried to think back to the last 
time and his brain vaporlocked again, pleasure sweeping through him.

"Jay!" he whimpered. "Jay, gonna...come, gonna come soon..."

Jay lifted his head. His eyes pierced Silent Bob to his core; they 
looked frantic, wild and hungry.

"You," he said. "I want you to..." He stopped, panting, and swarmed 
up Bob's large frame, kissing him until Bob could barely breathe.

"You fuck me, Bob," he said, the words rushed. "I want you in me." He 
paused, staring at him with those wide wild eyes, then kissed him 
again.

Bob was getting dizzy. Jay seemed completely sure, though.

"Fuck yeah," he said. "You got some lube around here?"

One eyebrow quietly rose, and Bob rolled over, sliding open the 
bottom door on the bedside table. He looked inside. Some hand 
lotion, some ancient condoms, no lube. He'd never needed it before.

He turned back, only to find Jay leaning over his shoulder. 

"Yeah, that's what I want." One hand flailed towards the 
drawer. "Grab the lotion, it'll work."

Bob shrugged, reaching for a condom as well, and Jay stopped him, 
looking nervous.

"I wanna feel you, Bob," he said, the words barely a breath in his 
ear. "I wanna feel you in me."

The thought sent shivers of anticipation through him. He stared into 
Jay's deep blue eyes as he rubbed slick lotion down the length of his 
shaft. Jay lay down, parting his legs. Bob was glad at least that 
they *both* were having problems breathing.

Positioning himself, he rubbed lotion on one hand first, and slowly 
slid one finger into Jay. Jay gasped, rocking forward, twitching.

"Does it hurt?" Bob asked.

"Fuck, *more*..." Jay breathed.

Silent Bob slid another finger in, twining the two fingers together 
and apart, widening the younger man. Jay whimpered affirmations at 
him. Sweat broke out on Bob's brow.

"You look so hot, Jay," Bob whispered. He did -- his long hair was 
spread out over the pillows, and he was clenching his hands into the 
bedsheets, writhing. Bob slid a third finger into him and Jay cried 
out, his hand reaching down to grasp his cock, pumping hard.

Smiling, Bob knocked it away, sliding a fourth finger into him 
instead.

"Fuck you," Jay moaned, "I need it. I *need* it, Bob, c'mon..."

"You'll get it," Bob promised, nearly purring. His thumb came up, 
caressing that sensitive patch of skin below Jay's balls. The blond 
arched off the bed, crying out. 

"Fuck, man, what are you waiting for, a letter of intent?? *Fuck me!
*"

Bob pulled his fingers out, wiping them free of lotion on the 
bedspread, and placed the head of his cock against Jay's puckered 
entrance. Slowly, he slid in, feeling an almost audible pop when his 
head was inside Jay completely.

"Fuck!" the blond cried. "Don't move, don't fucking *move*...oh, 
God...oh, *fuck*..."

Bob couldn't breathe again. Shit, but Jay was tight around him, 
tighter than his own fist, better. Hotter. His hips jerked with the 
desire to thrust into him, and he held still by the most fragile 
thread of will.

"Are you okay?" he whispered.

"Yeah, okay, yeah, I'm fine," Jay said. "Just...gimme a minute 
here...yeah...yeah..."

Bob felt Jay clench around him and cried out, fighting the urge to 
thrust. **Fuck, Jay, make it soon,** he thought. **I'm losin' it 
here.**

"Okay," Jay said. "Okay, good, yeah, go, c'mon, Bob, yeah! Yeah!"

Not waiting any longer, Bob thrust in, burying himself to the hilt 
with one thrust, and Jay yelped, writhing again beneath him.

"Fuck, so full!" he cried. "Oh, God, fuck, yes Bob, God, yes!"

He nearly came in Jay right then, panting on the edge, but he stayed 
frozen for a moment, then pulled out, slowly, watching Jay every 
moment. Jay was moaning, crying his name, shuddering beneath him, and 
this time when his hands came up to grab his cock, Bob didn't stop 
him. He just concentrated on smooth, even strokes, in and out of Jay. 
In and out of Jay...oh, sweet, what a thought...nearly caused him to 
lose it again, and he bit his lip, laughing at himself.

**Fuck, Mercy'd have a field day with this,** he thought. On the 
heels of that came something else -- **I really need to kiss Jay 
again.**

Sitting back on his haunches, he brought Jay up, trapping his cock 
between them, where the head rubbed against the fur on his belly. 
That caused Jay to whimper again, bucking against him. He grabbed 
Jay's hips firmly, bringing him down in one massive stroke, and Jay 
screamed his name.

"BOB! I'm coming, Bob! Yeah, fuck, yeah, fuck me, fuck, come, come, 
come in me..." 

He buried his head in Bob's neck, murmuring and babbling, and Bob 
grabbed his face, wrapping the other arm around Jay to hold him up, 
and using his hips to thrust up into him. He kissed the blond 
savagely again, and felt his orgasm building, building, until he felt 
come jet into Jay, warm from his body, and screamed into Jay's hungry 
mouth with the pleasure of it all.

It took a moment for both of them to come back to earth, and Jay just 
hung in his arms for a long moment, kissing his neck gently, licking 
his shoulders.

Then he sat up.

"You were tickling me with that feather," Jay said, nearly accusingly.

Bob nodded.

"Huh." Jay thought for a moment, wrapping both arms around Silent 
Bob.

"I'm gonna get you back for that, you fat fuck. Some night you don't 
expect it, I'm gonna wake *you* up with the damn thing!"

Smiling happily, Bob nodded. He couldn't wait.

END

(The poem Bob refers to is from David Diop's "Your Presence", in the 
Yearning for Africa collection.)
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