Title: Happy
Author: Luna "Tic" Vee
Feedback: Druidess@msn.com
Rating: PG-13 for language.
Summary: Jay's happy. Bob's hot. No sex. No plot. A little
exhibitionism wishing.
Disclaimer: Kev owns everything. Including my pathetic soul. All 
hail
Kev.
Spoilers: No sir.
Archive: Sure. No skin off my back. *RRRRIP* AYIGH!

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Jay danced down the street, bobbing his head and scuffing his boots
against the sidewalk, proud as a peacock, the harsh summer sun
beating down. But still he danced, not caring about the sweat soaking
his brow, or the people staring. He was in a good mood, and nothing
was going to hamper it, God dammit!

Silent Bob walked slowly behind him, not quite as jubilant as his
golden-tressed lover. He was hot. Although Jay's looks were beside
the point. Bob was hot, baking in his trench, wishing he hadn't gone
for style points today. It was a steady ninety outside, and the
concrete was searing through the soles of his Airwalks. Plus, the 
fact
that every piece of clothing he owned was dark didn't help very much. 
He let out an audible sigh and glanced up from the harsh sidewalk at
Jay, a smile crossing his face.

Jay was presently swinging around a lamp post, happily babbling and
cursing like a sailor, as he shucked off his gray overshirt and swung 
it
in the air, his hat already missing, noticeably sticking out of his
pocket.

Bob shook his head, wishing he had a camera. He'd rarely seen Jay
this purely and unabashedly happy. He guessed that today's sales
were better than ever before. He didn't really know, since his
attention had been paid all to the heat and how much it sucked. He
decided to take a cue from Jay and shucked off his trench, folding it
over one of his arms, as he crossed them and leaned against a small
sidewalk tree nearby.

Jay yanked off his black t-shirt and threw it at a random woman
walking by. "Yeah, that's right! You've just been given a piece of 
The
Jay! Cherish it, bitch!" He swung around the lamp post one last time
before letting go and sauntering over to Bob, putting his overshirt
back on and leaving it open, displaying his slight, smooth, pale 
chest. 
"Yo Lunchbox, I see you finally decided to take that coat a yers off. 
Fuckin' hot, yo." He smiled at Bob, expecting his beloved to roll his
eyes. He was in for a surprise.

"Yeah, you are. But everybody knows that." Bob said with a grin and
a grab at Jay's crotch.

Jay's chocolate eyes widened for a moment, more in surprise of Bob
speaking in public than arousal, followed by a wink and a wiggle of
his eyebrows. "Yeah, an' you know that more than anybody, you
not-so-silent fuck."

"Don't make me lay you right here, boy." Bob threw his arm over
Jay's shoulder and led him down the sidewalk.

"Damn man, why you gotta tease me like that? Like you'd have the
fucking balls to do that." Jay hoped that if he prodded long enough,
Bob might actually be true to his word and fuck him in the middle of
everything.

Silent Bob just shook his head and gave him a look. I ain't fallin' 
for
it.

"Damn..." Jay stuck hit tongue out and kicked at the concrete. 
"Where the hell you leadin' me, anyway, dude?"

Bob just laid a soft kiss on Jay's cheek, sliding his arm off of Jay's
shoulders down to grab his ass.

Jay let out an eep, but almost immediately melted into a smile,
"Guess that speaks for itself..."

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