Title: Gold
Author: Kelandris the Mad
Fandom: View Askewniverse, general
Pairing: Jay / Silent Bob
Rating: Mushily G
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: What, the world really needs Hairbraiding, the 
Sequel? None planned, but you never know. Jay's got nice hair.
Disclaimers: All characters belong to Kevin Smith and 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: Taylor had to mention hair when I'm not quite awake�This is 
entirely Taylor Jameson's fault. Plus, it was not beta-tested. This 
was a half-hour story, tops.
Summary: Jay wants his hair braided. Bob obliges.
Warnings: It's a HAIR-BRAIDING story, there need to be warnings?!? 
Pre-relationship story. No sex. Some heavy breathing.

"Gold"
by Kelandris


Jay stormed out of the bathroom, hair dripping, brush in one hand, a 
purple hair elastic in the other. He had a fading bruise high on his 
forehead, and his lips were curled back in a snarl.

"I am *beyond* fucking sick of getting in fights with these shit-for-
brains gangbangers and having them pull my damn hair! This is 
ridiculous. I mean if they wanted to be girls, why don't they just 
kick me in the nuts and run off like all the others? But no, they 
gotta pull the damn hair. That just fucking *hurts*, man!"

Bob looked up from his comic book, quirking an eyebrow. Both brows 
shot up when Jay sat on the carpet in front of him, holding both 
hands over his head.

"Could you braid my hair?"

This was new. Bob looked at the hairbrush, and at the hair band, 
then at the top of Jay's head. He shrugged, and took the brush.

"Sure."

Carefully, he began to brush out Jay's hair. There were some tangles�
even the best conditioners can't remove everything, and he knew Jay 
was fanatical about good conditioners�but by and large, it was easy 
to brush out. He fell into a nice rhythm, even, brushing from scalp 
to hair ends, moving his fingers over the silky blond strands.

"Mmm," the younger man said.

Bob swallowed, but kept going. It felt too nice on his palms. 
Carefully, he separated the gold length into three sections, and 
started braiding. The backs of his fingers brushed over Jay's neck. 
He felt the blond shiver once, and hunch his shoulders, and that 
eyebrow shot up again. He unbraided the small section he'd started.

"Sorry," he said softly. "Missed some."

Again he smoothed the hair down, this time paying more attention to 
lifting up the main hair mass and�under the guise of hair 
straightening�brushed the back of his hand over the nape of Jay's 
neck, just where the baby-fine, baby-soft hairs were. Jay breathed 
out audibly, and sat absolutely still.

"Got it," Bob said.

"Yeah," Jay whispered.

Silent Bob smoothed everything down and then as an afterthought, 
brought all the hair forward so that it hung straight. Then he swept 
it back, tucking his fingertips underneath and drawing it forward 
behind Jay's ears. His index fingers traced the same path behind 
both ears until the hair was once more ready to be braided.

Jay inhaled sharply, shuddering, pressing back against Bob's legs. 
Bob leaned over Jay, tilting his head up so that Jay was staring into 
his eyes.

"I didn't pull your hair, did I?" Bob asked.

"Fuck�no, man." The blond's voice sounded unusually subdued. "My 
ears�they're, um, sensitive."

"Oh. Sorry." He bent to the task of smoothing hair again, and 
listened. Jay's breathing was erratic, now. Bob leaned forward, 
combing his fingers from the front of his hair down to the back of 
his neck again, and caught Jay licking his lips. He very carefully 
didn't smile, not knowing whether Jay would catch it or not.

Once more he separated the strands, and began braiding. This time it 
went fairly quickly, gold section over gold section over gold 
section. The warmth of his hands was heating and drying the hair to 
a certain extent, mostly just the outer layer, and he enjoyed that 
too-the feel of warm, damp hair alternating with the chill of wet. 
All too soon he reached the end of hair, and briskly wrapped the end 
of the braid with the elastic.

Jay turned and rose to his knees, just for a moment sitting between 
Bob's arms. He looked into Bob's eyes for a long moment, intense 
blue glowing into warm, honeyed brown. He bit his lip, leaning 
forward.

Neither of them moved for a few heartbeats. Then Jay stood, taking 
the hairbrush from Bob's suddenly nerveless fingers.

"Thanks, Bob. That's gonna help." He walked back into the bathroom 
to put the hairbrush away.

"Anytime, Jay," Silent Bob whispered. "*Any* time."

END
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