Title: I can do that
Author: gracelessone
Fandom: ViewAskewniverse
Pairing: Jay and Silent Bob
Rating: I'll stick with NC-17, m/m sex. Jay/other *gasp* sorry
Status: New
Archive: sure thing
Feedback: theone@gracelessone.com
Series: nope, I don't think so
Disclaimer: I own nothing but 3 dozen empty gatorade bottles and 2 
packs of smokes, I'm pretty sure Kevin Smith owns the rest of the 
universe. Acoustic #3 is owned by the GooGooDolls.
Notes: My Jaymuse is pissed off 'cos I'm writing Scott/Bob right now 
so he whined until I did this little piece. It's a songfic.
Summary: I still *hate* summaries, I still *suck* at summaries. so 
you still don't get one. Sue me.

// \\ mark the lyrics.

//They painted up your secrets with the lies they told to you
And the least they ever gave you was the most you ever knew\\

Sometimes it hurt. But sometimes they were nice to him. After. 
Sometimes they would stroke his dark hair and wash the blood away and 
tell him he was beautiful. They would treat him like he was 
something more than a breakable toy. But it never lasted... and it was 
never enough. He got older and he got bigger. They stopped visiting 
his room in the middle of the night the first time he broke one of 
the arms that reached for him. It left him with nothing. He stopped 
existing there and when he left he wondered if anyone would notice 
that he was gone.

//And I wonder where these dreams go when the world gets in your way\\

He took the paper and the broken crayons he had stolen from the art 
room in the very back of the dresser drawer where no one would look. 
He lay in bed waiting for sleep and he could almost feel the marker 
in his hand, almost hear the teacher's words again. 

"That's really good Jay. You've got a good eye for shape." 

He was good at something, something other than hiding or running. He 
was smart enough to know that if he worked at this, really worked, it 
might be his ticket out of this place.

Six months later found him on the streets, broken crayons and broken 
dreams left far behind.

//What's the point in all this screaming no one's listening anyway\\

The blond one talked, and he talked and he talked. He was making up 
for all those times he had to bite his tongue at home. All that 
attitude and all those insults got saved up and spewed out here. It 
was either that or let that venom eat him alive. 

The dark one was silent. Nothing he had ever said had ever made any 
difference. No one ever heard him. He might as well have stayed 
silent. So that's what he started to do... he stayed silent. At first 
it was just at home, but the silence started to rust out his voice 
and throat like battery acid. 

//And your mother loves your father cos she's got no where to go
And she wonders where these dreams go cos the world got in her way
What's the point in ever trying nothing's changing anyway\\

Jay tried to get his mother to leave with him, but she just looked at 
him sadly and went back to her drinking and her soaps. Ignoring him 
just like she ignored all of his stomach aches and busted lips and 
falls from the swing set. There was nothing for him to do but walk 
away.

//They press their lips against you and you love the lies they say\\

Jay was pressed against the wall with his face buried in the older 
man's neck. He wrapped one leg around him and pulled him closer, 
needing to feel all of him. Needing to feel anything other than the 
coldness that crept into him if was alone for too long. Needed to 
hear those sweet words that told him he was perfect, told him he was 
gorgeous, told him he was loved. 

//And I tried so hard so reach you but your falling anyway\\

Bob was sick of this. He had seen his friend walk away with a guy, 
like he had seen it countless nights before, but tonight it was too 
much for him to take.

He couldn't remember how long they had been friends. Bob had decided 
to crash in an abandoned house one night and Jay had been in one of 
the rooms. They started running into each other around town and 
pretty soon they were inseparable.

Things had changed. They were making some money by selling herb and 
Bob had actually found an apartment that he could afford. They could 
afford. He couldn't imagine a life without Jay. He told the blond 
that day after day the only way he knew how. He spent every minute 
with him. He protected him, put up with all his shit, laughed at his 
jokes.

//And you know I see right through you cos the world gets in your 
way\\

The sable haired man stared at the bottle in his hand and drummed his 
fingers on the bar. He knew what Jay was looking for. He knew why 
he went into any alley or back room with anyone, male or female, who 
would stroke his hair and call him beautiful.

Bob knew because he had that same ache. He also knew that one tall 
thin blond loudmouth was the only way to ease his ache. 

//What's the point in all this screaming you're not listening anyway\\

Thoughts of those long fingers stroking someone else's body... that 
mouth on someone else's flesh swirled around in Bob's head, mixing 
with the beer and the desire he had for Jay. ...and something 
snapped. He pushed away from the bar and stalked out to the alley. 

Jay was lost in a haze of lust. The guy he was with... damn. He 
couldn't remember his name. But it didn't matter; nothing mattered 
anymore except the feel of this guy's hot mouth around his cock. 
That feeling drove away all the others and that's what he wanted more 
than anything else. 

Bob stumbled to a stop and leaned against the cold brick, his breath 
stolen by the sight in front of him.

Jay was leaning back against the brick with his hands braced on some 
wooden crates. His shirt was open and his pale skin almost glowed in 
contrast to the dark red brick. All of that blond hair was loose and 
trailing down his back, it reached his waist when he arched his head 
back... like he was doing right now. 

That face... dear god was there anything more erotic or beautiful than 
that face? Especially now, with his teeth worrying his lower lip and 
his cheeks flushed, his eyes closed and his head twisting from side 
to side. 

Tiny moans shifted the still air in the alley. Bob finally focused 
enough to see why Jay was moaning, the man had slid one hand up his 
chest to pluck and twist at the pale nipples. His other hand was 
shifting in Jay's pants, pushing then further down and moving back 
further between Jay's legs.

Bob heard Jay yelp and knew this stranger had penetrated his friend. 
Knowing that someone else had his fingers inside Jay enraged the 
normally quiet man. In just a few strides he was pulling the other 
man away from Jay. 

"MINE"

Jay whimpered at the loss of contact. His eyes flew open when he 
heard Bob's voice. He had *never* heard Bob that loud. 
Wait... `mine'? What the fuck? He figured that was as good a place to 
start as any.

"What the fuck?" Jay struggled to fix his pants while his mind 
struggled to understand what was going on.

Bob pushed Jay back against the wall gently, pinning the younger 
man's arms between them, and waited, just watching. 

"What the fuck you doing? Get off me, ya fat bitch!"

Jay finally stopped struggling and just stared at the man in front of 
him. Something had shifted in those brown eyes. There was 
something... different. A look that had been there for a while 
drifting in and out was taking over. Bob was looking at him like he 
was... something more. More than a cheap fuck in an alley. More than 
a drunken blowjob in some back room. More than a friend.

Bob watched, and as Jay quieted down he watched the thoughts flicker 
across his friends face. He decided then what to do. Nodding once, 
more to himself than anyone else, he leaned in slowly and kissed Jay.

Bob was kissing him, really kissing him. It wasn't a frantic hot 
demanding kiss, it was soft, gentle. Like they had all the time in 
the world. Bob pulled Jay's lower lip between his own, then traced 
the corner of the blond's mouth with his tongue, teasing and 
tasting. When Jay's lips parted with a moan he smiled and touched 
his tongue softly to that sweet flesh, still teasing and licking, 
refusing to enter that hot mouth.

Jay couldn't take it anymore; he wanted it hot and fast. He wanted 
to get to that dazed state. But Bob wasn't letting him. He was 
keeping him here, on the edge. He pushed his hips forward, trying to 
grind against him but the bigger man just pressed back until he was 
firmly pinned against the wall.

"B-bob. Please Bob, need this, please..."

"No."

The dark haired man waited until Jay opened his eyes and looked at 
him.

"Don't want you to want *this*... want you to want *me*..."

Bob shifted back, giving Jay room to move, room to go if he wanted 
to. He waited... the beautiful man in front of him just stared, hope 
and fear and desire flashing through his eyes.

Bob smiled and said, "Touch me."

Jay slid his hands up, brushing against Bob's chest and pausing... but 
that wasn't what he wanted... not with this man. He wanted it to be 
real.

He reached towards one soft cheek. He paused and swallowed, closing 
his eyes before stroking the pale skin tenderly with a fingertip. 
How long had it been since he had touched someone like this? Touched 
just to touch, just to feel and not to get in someone's pants? Or to 
convince someone that he really wanted them to get into his pants?

Wait. waitwaitwait this was different. Wasn't it? It *had* to be 
different. 

"This... this isn't gonna be just sex is it?" 

He rushed ahead before Bob could answer. 

"Cos if it is I c-can't... I can't do it. I want more and I know I 
shouldn't and I know I got no right to ask you for more but I *want* 
more and I'm sor-"

Bob's finger on his mouth shut him up.

"It's not just sex, Jay. I don't want just sex from you, I want 
everything. I want all of you. And I'll give you all of me."

Jay pressed his face against Bob's shoulder, hiding the tears on his 
face.

"Okay lunchbox, I ca-can do that. Yeah, I can do that."


FIN

graceless
(Ive got no where to go)