Title: Gothic Rose
Author: eenodol 
Pairing: Jay/Silent Bob. 
Rating: NC-17 (finally!)
Warnings: Gaity awaits. 
Archive: yes. i like being archived. 
E-mail address for feedback: eenodol@yahoo.com
Series/Sequel: part cuatro!
Summary: Bob wants Jay. So Bob becomes goth. Don't ask questions. 

I apologize for the Jack/Chad mixup in the previous installment. I also 
apologize for this entire installment. Thank you.
...

Meanwhile, Bob was beginning to enjoy himself at Muerte Mosca, and the 
gay goths were beginning to enjoy him as well.

Bob was very popular with the crowd, not only because he was fresh meat, 
but because he was, as a man with no pants said, "B.L.E.D." It took Bob a 
few minutes of coughing and mumbling under his breath before he convinced 
himself his vocal cords would work properly without cracking before he asked 
someone with kind eyes exactly what "B.L.E.D." meant.

"It means Biteable, Lickable, Eatable, Do-able. And you sure are baby.. 
Mmmm.." The man ran his fingers up over Bob's chest and played with his 
hair. "Mmm mm.. You are just fagalicious, baby." The man tightened his 
grip on Bob's hair and brought their heads together. Bob's eyes opened wide 
and his eyebrows shot up as the man tenderly licked Bob's lips before forcing 
his mouth open with his tongue. Bob began to involuntarily react as his 
tongue entwined with the one invading his mouth. The two men stood there 
kissing for a few minutes, surrounded by a small crowd of gay men who lacked 
the charisma to find their own mate. Two by two, the men began to pair off. 
Bob continued kissing and groping his lover, Jay.

Wait, Bob realized, this isn't Jay.

It wasn't Jay. But would he have liked it to have been.

Bob had been so lost in thought that he didn't even notice the man 
leading him out of the club. When Bob looked up he that he was in the alley 
behind the laundromat. For a short moment he wondered why he was therem but 
was brought back to reality by the man suddenly grabbing his crotch and 
winking saucily. Bob inhaled sharply, and the man took this as a sign of 
compliance. The man slowly unzipped Bob's pants, making a show of it. Once 
he got the pants around Bob's ankles he began to lap heavily at Bob's crotch, 
soaking right through his underwear, leaving a big suspicious wet spot.

Bob moaned something unintelligible. The man continued his show, pulling 
Bob's saliva soaked boxers down with his teeth. He lickup the length of 
Bob's cock twice and nibbled at his balls.

"Ohhh.. Jay.. Jaaaaaay.." Bob moaned.

"What's that?" The man removed his face from Bob's groing.

"Uh.. I said, 'Oh yay. Yay.'" Bob lamely replied.

"Hm. Right," the man responded. "Well, that's that," the man said, 
standing up. Bob looked at him with confused eyes. The man began undoing 
his belt buckle.

Bob stood there, pantsless, watching the kind eyed man from whom all he'd 
wanted was an answer to a gay semantics question remove his pants, leaving on 
only his boots and vest.

Bob's mind, clouded by alcohol, was not making the connections it should 
have been. With a sudden burst of violence, the man shoved Bob forward into 
the waist-high dumpster.

"I like it rough," he whispered in Bob's ear before grabbing Bob's ass 
cheeks with either hand, pulling them apart and thrusting his dry cock into 
Bob's anus. Bob's mouth opened in a silent scream as the man worked at 
getting a rythem going.

.tbc. (unfortunatley)


huh huh.. i said anus..