Title: Interlude
Author: Kelandris the Mad
Fandom: View Askewniverse, general
Pairing: Jay / Silent Bob
Rating: PG-13 for language, NC-17 (full frontal nakedidity)
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: kelandris@drakmail.net 
Series/Sequel: Far as I know, this one's independent. It does beg 
for a sequel, though, doesn't it?
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 gotta stop listening to dance music.
Summary: Bob comes home to find Jay�uh, dancing.
Warnings: Language. Naked flesh. Hair flailing.

"Interlude"
by Kelandris


*BOOM-BOOM!* *Thwacka-thwacka-BOOM!* *POW-pa-pa-pa-pa�*

The music pounded at Bob, nearly shaking his ribcage open as he 
walked up the stairs to their apartment. His eyebrows rose, and he 
opened the door, and then couldn't move. He actually reached down, 
pinching the back of his hand, wincing at the sudden pain, before he 
could force his feet to walk forward. He closed the door and just 
stood there, his mouth hanging open, before he blinked and walked 
towards the coat closet.

Jay was home. Jay was dancing. Most importantly, Jay was naked.

Bob carefully took off his coat, unable to take his eyes from Jay. 
He had his eyes closed tightly, and the most ecstatic expression as 
he jived and whirled. His back was sheened with sweat, and as Bob 
opened the closet door, Jay turned, one hand running down his sweat-
slick chest to his quite erect cock, caressing it. His head and his 
hand bobbed in time with the music.

Bob reached out blindly, dropping the coat on the floor, closing the 
door with an inaudible thunk. He leaned against it, breathing hard.

**Okay. Calm down. It's just Jay. You've seen Jay before.**

Sure. He'd even seen Jay dance. And he watched as Jay spread his 
legs slightly, bending them, rotating his shoulders and hips like he 
was grinding up against someone. Jay inched across the floor that 
way, then flung both arms out, embracing someone invisible, bringing 
them closer and letting his hands wander over the empty air.

**Fuck, not like this,** he thought despairingly.

Jay was gonna kill him. But he couldn't help it, he had to walk 
forward. He had to get closer, watching as Jay slid his hands into 
his long blond hair, flinging his head from side to side. Then 
suddenly Jay whirled, dancing directly towards him. Fuck! Bob 
looked around for a place to run and his feet wouldn't move, his feet 
would not *move.*

Oh, Jay was gonna kill him for sure. Then Jay's hands danced over 
his shoulders, down his chest, and all rational thought fled. Jay 
danced back, swinging his hips, and Bob matched him, moving forward. 
Jay spun, sliding down his chest, tilting his head back and grinding 
against Bob's legs, and Bob looked down, watching avidly as Jay 
stroked his slick cock, sliding his hands around the head. Then he 
shimmied up Bob's shuddering form, wrapping his long arms around 
Bob's neck and leaning his head back.

Bob heard his moaned words and froze in place again, unable to 
breathe for a second.

"Yeah, Bob," he moaned. "Yeah, like that, just like that, lover�"

Jay moved off, dancing away, swinging his hips, swinging his head, 
the long hair flying. Bob couldn't take it any more. He picked up 
the remote, standing in front of Jay, and cycled the beam off the 
ceiling as he watched Jay's rapt face.

The music abruptly cut off, and Jay stood there for a moment, 
swaying. Then he opened his eyes--and found Bob standing there.

"Shit, bitch," he said shakily. "How long *you* been there?"

Bob just looked at him, eyebrows raised in a challenge. Then he 
grabbed Jay, seeing the fear in his eyes, knowing Jay figured this 
was when Bob clocked him one. He leaned closer, Jay leaning back, 
then swept his arms around him, sweeping him into a dip. He kissed 
Jay's trembling lips briefly, then swept him back up, setting him on 
his feet. He shot the remote beam off the face of the microwave in 
the kitchen, tossing the remote behind him onto the couch.

Sound shredded the air again, and Bob smiled, pulling Jay close, 
swinging his hips. He raised one eyebrow, watching the fear in Jay 
dissolve. Finally Jay grinned, sweeping his hair forward. He swung 
his hair wildly, buffeting Bob's chest with it, swinging down until 
his hands were on Bob's hips and he was on his knees.

"You up for more, lover?"

And he unzipped Bob's jeans.

END
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