Title: Kelly; sequel to Sweet Marian
Author: Gypsy
Pairing: Jay/OFC (Jay's unrequited love for Silent Bob)
Rating: R (naughty words, a coupla of m/f images)
Archive: If you want it, you can have it. Just tell me where you're gonna put
it first.
E-mail :gypsy_gray@msn.com 
Series/Sequel: This is the first story in a series. I don't have a tile yet.
Help me think of one.
Disclaimers: They're not mine, but I really wish they were. I'm not getting any
money for this. I am however getting tingly when I think about how this is
going to end.
Notes: See the end of the first story in this series if you want to be spoiled
for the rest of the series.
Summary: Jay's broken heart gets him thinking about the past.
Warnings: Angst, UST, Spoilers (for all the movies), A complete disrespect for
canon established in the cartoons or the comics.
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The throbbing in his hand provided sufficient motivation to get to the
kitchen. Five feet was suddenly fifty, and it seemed to take an hour to get
from the cough to the cabinet next to the fridge. Fumbling with his stupid hand
and his probably broken one won him two Tylenol 3 (tm) left over from the last
time one of them went to the hospital. Jay dry swallowed the pills and then
stuck his head under the sink faucet. More fumbling got him cold water in his
mouth and on his face. When breathing became an issue he straightened up and
shut off the water. He stripped off the over sized shirt he wore and used it to
dry himself. 

Staggering back to his room wasn't too hard, but stripping out of the rest
of his clothes was. Finally, he fell onto his bed naked and exhausted. He
snagged the side of the blanket with his good hand, and then rolling in the
opposite direction he covered himself up. The phone next to his bed waited
patiently, just as patiently as Marian would if he called her. She'd let him
stumble and stutter and whisper soft words while he sobbed, and when he at last
got the whole story out she would soothe him. Tell him in her sweet Momma's
voice that things weren't as definite as he thought. She encourage him to talk
to Bob, and when they were done talking she wouldn't call him coward. Even
though she knew he would never say a word to Bob.

Maybe he should call Kelly. Sometimes the direct approach was the way to
go, and she was at the least direct. Kelly with her short spiky red hair and
leather pants. They'd met almost two years after Marian left. No one to hold or
be held by since then, no baser comfort from anything but his own hand, and his
feelings for Silent Bob had only grown deeper. But Kelly had come along. She
was all badass "Fuck you if you can't take a joke," rocker girl. Complete with
bass guitar and fellow band members who cussed more then he did, drank like
fish, and had more tattoos then the U.S. Navy.

He and Bob had been providing for a private party at the club the girls
paid. He'd gone to get a beer, and while he was at the bar trying to get the
bald guy behind it's attention someone grabbed his ass. He'd spun around to
face five foot of legs and tits the size of cantaloupe. Green eyes like a cat's
winked at him and a mouth covered in blood red lipstick grinned. She'd used her
body to press him back into the bar and then asked him if he wanted to fuck
her. Torn between shock and laughter he'd gaped at her and sputtered something
that to this day he couldn't remember. Whatever it was she laughed and
disappeared back into the crowd. 

When business took them back to the club the next night he spotted her on
stage. All heat and power she eyefucked anyone dumb enough to look her in the
eye. Somehow she spotted Jay...and smile and at him. After the show she found
him in the crowd, this time with a coupla of girls from the band in tow. Jay
watched as the lead singer cozied up to Bob and then led him away.

"She'll take good care of him. You don't have to worry. She ain't
lookin' for more ten gettin' off."

Kelly had seen. He was able to hide his feelings from the person who knew
him best in the world, but this stranger had seen. He'd turned to her to deny
it, but he saw she was looking at the tall blonde leading Bob away. When she
did meet his eyes they came to mutual silent and immediate agreement that
neither of them would ever ask the other about the couple that just left. After
that she drove him back to her apartment.

Dive was too nice a word, but the sheets on the mattress on the floor were
clean. She was hungry, whether for him or to forget what was happening
elsewhere he didn't know and didn't care. The heat of her mouth was incredible
and fuck the things she could do with her tongue. He liked the sting of her
nails in his back while he pounded into her and screamed at him to go harder.
Before the night was over they'd fucked and sucked each other raw. He tasted
his own cum for the first time when he went down on her, and when he thought
about it later he was glad that the taste hadn't sent him into fantasies of
going down on Bob. Kelly deserved better.

After that they got together a coupla times a month. Conversation was
limited, sex was intense, and they were both relieved when Bob stopped seeing
the singer after a week. Six months later the band got a gig in another state.
Better money, better chance of being spotted. She showed him a tiny tattoo on
the inside of her right arm. A simple letter J with the Chinese character for
friendship underneath. He was shocked and thrilled, and just a little awed.
When they went back to her apartment he kissed and licked the design, and ten
brought her off as many times as he could with his hands and mouth. Morning
found them curled around each other and just before she got up to shower she
gave him the gentlest kiss they ever shared. 

"You ever think...maybe if we'd meet each other first?"

And yeah, he had thought that. Which was funny in a way, cause he'd never
thought that with Sweet Marian. At the time he didn't have the perspective to
know that he and Marian would never have been anything but what they were under
any circumstances. But even today he thought that things could have worked with
Kelly...if he'd met her first. It wouldn't be as intense as what he felt for
Bob, but it could have been solid and real. When the band left they parted as
friends. He heard from her once in a while. Last time it was at Christmas.
She'd called to tell him the band signed a record contract...and her singer got
married. It was the first time he heard Kelly cry. It was the only time they
talked about what they felt.

"You still got a chance Jay. Don't fuck it up. Tell him. Even if he
tells you to go screw yourself, it can't hurt worse then this man."

He'd thought she was wrong, now he wished he'd listened. If Kelly were here
she'd smack him in the back of the head and call him a numbnuts for not
listening to her. Then she'd strip down and get into bed with him. A sympathy
blowjob was a little too pathetic for him right now. Especially an imaginary
one. He closed his eyes and willed the pain pills to kick in. He didn't know
whether to be pleased or disappointed when no naked Kelly waited for him in the
dark. But there was a smiling smoking Bob there...he was able to go to sleep.
tbc