Title: Laid
Author: DeadGrrl
Fandom: Dogma / Askewniverse 
Pairing: Jay / Silent Bob
Rating: A Hard R or a Soft NC-17, your choice
Status: New
Archive: Not yet, please
E-mail address for feedback: deadgrrl2@yahoo.com
Series/Sequel: No series, just my on going obsession with the slashy 
nature of two stoners.
Disclaimers: In concept, it all belongs to Kevin Smith - Jay, Silent 
Bob, and Dogma. I'm just borrowing them for my own secret pleasures 
but promise to return them unharmed... but slightly sweaty and sticky.
Notes: Originally before I started this I found myself 
thinking, "Damn, I wish someone would write more Jay and Silent Bob 
slash." So I waited. And waited. And then I thought "Screw this, 
I'll write some of my own." And thus, a slasher was born. So 
technically, it's your fault. Nyah.
Other Notes: I know that this goes against some events in Chasing 
Dogma, but if you discount the comic, you'll be fine. I'm also aware 
that Jay and Silent Bob should be going to Quick Stop after Dogma... 
But if Smith can change his mind, then so can I.
Summary: After the events of Dogma, Jay and Bob have a discussion.
Warnings: First-Time, Sexual Situations

"Laid"
By DeadGrrl

"Would you fucking believe it, I save the world and I still can't get 
fucking laid." Jay complained as he walked ahead of Silent Bob. 
Silent Bob, true to his name, said nothing as he followed Jay.

"And that pregnant babe... Before she leaves for Chicago I offered to 
give her a good deep dicking before she gets all sorts of fat and 
bloated and shit, and what's she do? What does she do? Broad gets all 
misty eyed, pats my cheek and tells me to 'Go to the one you love...' 
Now what the fuck is that suppose to mean?"

Bob stopped, closed his eyes and gave a heavy sigh.

Jay stopped walking and turned back to Silent Bob. "Now what? Are you 
fucking winded? What is with your tubby ass? Jesus, a guy has some 
fucked up dreams and suddenly he's all queer and shit! Well, fuck 
this shit! I ain't gonna stand here and have you sigh 
in 'exasperation' at me. Like you ain't ever had any fucking clue 
that I wanted your ass!" Jay's voice ground to a halt as Bob's eyes 
shot open. Jay realized, with rising horror, what his mouth had 
inadvertently spoken aloud. "Ahh, fuck," he whispered as he looked at 
Silent Bob.

Silent Bob blinked a few times and raised an eyebrow as he frowned. 
Waiting for Jay to renege, Bob pondered what would happen if Jay ever 
was honest. As the moment began to stretch, Jay looked at him like a 
deer caught in headlights. Only then did Bob realize he was about to 
find out.

Jay's brain, along with his mouth, had stopped functioning. He said 
it. He said it aloud. He said it aloud to Silent Bob. And past that 
point his mind slipped and looped back to the beginning of the 
thought. The stream of constant dialogue that normally bypassed the 
higher functions of his brain and came directly out of his mouth was 
stuck. His lips were moving, but there was no sound being made. To 
understand what Jay was saying you have to know how to read lips. And 
if you did, you would realize he was saying this...

'Oh fuck... oh fuck... oh fuck ...'

Bob watched Jay with his eyebrow still cocked, ready to hear Jay's 
sarcastic retort. Jay had yet to joke it off. Jay had yet to do 
anything, but just stand there and stare, his lips quivering. Bob 
began to worry that the younger man had stopped breathing all 
together and started to move towards him.

Jay's eyes widened even further as Silent Bob approached him. His 
voice ground to a complete halt and became purely internal dialogue. 
As it did it changed slightly, started to speed up and now included a 
second thought...

'Oh fuck oh fuck, he's going to kick my ass, oh fuck oh fuck, he's 
going to kick my ass...'

Bob stopped in front of an extremely stunned Jay. His head slowly 
looked to the right and the left, checking for any possible 
complications for the quickly oncoming moment.

Jay's internal dialogue, sensing impending doom, gave a last ditch 
effort to jump-start his brain.

'Oh fuck oh fuck oh- Motherfucker! Do something! Say something! 
Before he kicks our ass!...'

Jay, to his own horror, discovered not only could he not speak, he 
couldn't even move. The only part of his body that would respond was 
his eyelids, which thankfully slid closed so that he wouldn't have to 
watch Bob beat the shit out of him. He didn't want to see Silent Bob 
angry. He especially didn't want to see Silent Bob hit him, and at 
that moment it was the only defense he had.

Bob noticed everything about the moment as he committed it to memory. 
He took note of how tightly Jay had shut his eyes, how shallow and 
rapid Jay's breathing had become, how Jay's thin frame was slightly 
trembling, just slightly. Bob also noticed how fast his own heart was 
beating and that there was a slow burn in his stomach. Smiling to 
himself he closed the distance between himself and Jay. Standing on 
his tiptoes, he placed his hands on either side of Jay's face. Jay 
cringed. Bob then placed a small kiss on the tip of Jay's nose and 
took a step back.

Jay's eyes blinked open. He looked down at Silent Bob, very confused. 
It had happened so quickly, he wasn't sure if it had happened at all, 
or if his mind had snapped. Finding his voice, Jay spoke in soft 
speculative tone that no one had ever heard. "Lunchbox, did you just 
kiss me?"

Silent Bob blinked and gave a nod.

Jay brain processed this new information. It took a moment. In that 
same tone of voice he queried "Could you do it again... for real this 
time?"

Bob held his stare, gave a small nod and stood on his toes again, 
only to sink back down as Jay angled his head lower. Jay was watching 
Bob closely. Bob leaned forward and kissed Jay's lips softly. This 
time, however, Jay's reaction was a bit different as he kissed Bob 
back. His eyes closed as his mouth pressed against Bob's. Jay wasn't 
quite sure when he grabbed Silent Bob and pulled him closer, but he 
held on to the lapels of Bob's coat quite tightly. As he pushed his 
tongue into Bob's mouth he gave a low moan. His tongue slid past 
Bob's teeth and he felt Bob's arms wrap around his waist, holding him 
tightly. Jay's hand's left Bob's coat and cupped his face, facial 
hair sliding underneath his caress. Breaking apart with a gasp, the 
two looked at each other.

"How long?" Jay demanded. Bob blinked and shrugged in question. Jay's 
eyes darkened. "Don't fucking play 'Silent Bob' with me now, 
motherfucker you better tell me how fucking long you been pulling 
this shit."

Bob blinked again in confusion. Jay sighed, shook his head and tried 
again. "How long have you felt this way?"

Bob's eyebrows raised a moment and he gave an uncharacteristic verbal 
reply, "Forever."

"Son of a bitch," Jay shook his head. "How much time did we waste... 
You couldn't have fuckin' said something?"

Bob gave Jay a sad smile, shrugged and brushed Jay's cheek. Jay's 
eyes closed and he leaned into the caress. Bob couldn't voice the 
feelings inside him. Not from fear that Jay would laugh, he had no 
worries of that now. It was too hard to speak of those feelings, too 
difficult to find words that could begin to relay the depth of those 
feelings. But the thought itself was simple, and if he would voice it 
would be to say this...

'Every moment of every day, I told you. As I stood beside you, as I 
covered for you, and as I watched over you. You just didn't hear it.'

Jay nodded. His eyes opened and he looked to Bob and replied 
softly, "Next time just fucking tell me, okay?"

Bob nodded in agreement, perplexed by exactly how Jay seemed to have 
heard those thoughts.

Jay snorted, "Sometimes you're like an open-fucking-book. I just 
finally realized, that you're also a dirty book..." Jay smirked. 

Bob smiled back at Jay, a small wicked smile.

"And I know what chapter I want to start with..." Jay leered. 

Bob's eyes rolled, anticipating the inevitable conclusion to such a 
loaded statement. 

"One." Jay finished. Bob blinked and stared at Jay with a questioning 
look.

"Because I'm gonna read you from front to back, and mark all the good 
spots." Jay whispered into his friend's ear as he grasped his hand 
and started to pull him to the bus stop. 

Bob shook his head, that wasn't what he expected as a reply...

"Oh fer christsakes... Chapter 69! There I said it. Are you happy? " 
Jay exclaimed. "Try to show a little class..." he mumbled to himself 
as he tugged Bob's hand again, elated that the man had started to 
move. "Fuck, if that surprised you, then all the other shit I'm gonna 
tell you is gonna make your head spin."

Behind Jay and in tow Bob grinned.

"Yeah, keep smiling, the entire bus is gonna peg us as happy homos... 
Cripes, I finally get lucky and all of Red Bank is gonna know about 
it," the blond muttered as they came up on the bus stop. He turned to 
Bob, leaned in close and spoke in a low voice, "But I'd drop to my 
knees and make like a circus seal right now, right here, if it'd make 
you happy."

Bob shook his head slowly and briefly kissed Jay again. Jay 
shuddered. The bus pulled into view, ending the conversation. 
Boarding the bus, they paid their fare and made their way to the 
back. Sitting next to the window, Jay slid over enough for Bob to 
share his seat, this being a noticeable difference from their normal 
separate locations. Bob settled in next to Jay, their thighs 
touching, and placed an arm across the back of the seat.

Jay twitched for a few moments, as if he couldn't get comfortable. 
Finally he slouched into Silent Bob's side. Sighing, Jay closed his 
eyes as he rested his head on Bob's shoulder, having lost the battle 
of wills with himself. He wanted to be touching Bob, and damn if he 
wasn't going to, thinking of the time already wasted...

Bob's arm came up and around Jay's shoulders, his hand stroking long 
hair. The best thing about being Muscle and of unknown disposition, 
Bob reflected, was that he could pretty much do what he wanted and 
very few people were going to say anything about it. Jay sighed 
comfortably into his shoulder, snuggled in closer to him and fell 
into an easy sleep.


Bob gently jostled Jay awake as their stop came up. Jay blinked 
sleepily and took the hand being offered to him. Exiting the bus they 
found themselves in familiar territory and walked back to their 
shared apartment. Jay was uncharacteristically quiet while walking 
next to Bob. He would look at Bob, who appeared to be lost in thought 
more than usual, and return his gaze to the pavement. 

They climbed the stairs up to their apartment, Bob ahead of Jay. 
Pausing in front of their door, Bob dug for his keys. As he did so he 
felt Jay's body leaning into him. "Need some help?" Jay murmured into 
Silent Bob's neck. He began softly kissing him there as his hand ran 
down Bob's back, ending in a firm grasp on Bob's ass.

Bob shook his head as his hand finally located the sought for keys. 
Jay quietly laughed as Bob turned the lock.

The apartment was exactly as they had left it. Scantly furnished and 
filled with stacks of comic books, action figures posed in various 
states of undress and most locked in mid-coitus of some sort, and a 
rubble of beer bottles. Most surfaces were covered with the odd 
assortment of items, the most laden being the matte black laminate 
table in the dining room. There were two sling back chairs, also 
matte black, which had never been used as sitting apparatus but 
rather served as high tech laundry lines. Clutter aside the entire 
apartment had a sleek modern look, with all the matte black furniture 
and gray carpeting, that is if one could ignore the sheer volume of 
junk covering the previous mentioned surfaces. It also had the 
biggest fucking home audio system ever assembled.

Likeness rights aside, Jay still felt that the best thing about being 
in a comic book still had to be the cash. Tossing keys to the table 
Bob pulled off his coat. Jay wandered over to the futon couch and 
began moving videos off the black surface.

Glancing at the covers, he held up 'Pretty in Pink' and called out "I 
think these are late," with a smirk. Bob rolled his eyes, went to 
refrigerator and snagged 2 beers, amazed to see the case left.

Jay moved the remaining videos off the futon and placed them near the 
front door as a reminder to return them. Tossing his coat over Bob's 
hanging off one of the chairs, and dropping his hat next to Bob's on 
the table he went back to the couch where Bob was already comfortably 
sprawled in one corner. Jay sat down next to him and laid back into 
him. Bob handed him a bottle of beer and then embraced him as Jay 
leaned into him.

They drank their beer in silence as Jay rested against Bob. Jay felt 
hyper aware of everything. He could feel Bob's heartbeat against his 
back and the warmth of the arm loosely holding him. Jay finished his 
beer in record time. Using this as an excuse he shifted off the couch 
and went into the kitchen. Pulling a few more beers from the case in 
the refrigerator he told himself to relax. Jay was nervous, and 
excited... and really nervous.

Placing his hands on the kitchen counter he closed his eyes and took 
a deep breath. Chill, he chided himself, it's only Bob. It's Bob. And 
he's in the living room. And we're gonna fuck. Jay twitched 
nervously. Opening his eyes he shook his head in amazement. If anyone 
had told him that he'd finally be getting it on with Silent Bob he 
would have bitch slapped them into next week. Screw the end of the 
world shit, that was nothing. He was about to get down with Silent 
Bob, and that was a far more daunting prospect then the end of 
existence in Jay's mind.

Jay looked into the living room at Silent Bob. Bob was still 
reclined on the futon, his arm over the back. Jay watched him for a 
moment, Bob unaware of him. What a smooth motherfucker, Jay thought 
to himself. He's all just sitting there waiting for me, like it ain't 
no big fucking deal... Except for Bob's foot. Bob had one foot on the 
floor and that foot was bouncing. Jay could see under the futon and 
watched it bouncing rapidly, excitedly. Jay smirked at this. Thank 
God, I ain't the only one nervous...

Jay grabbed the beers off the counter and walked back to the futon. 
As he rounded the corner he saw Bob's hand slap down on his knee, 
halting the movement. Bob looked up at him as he traded an empty 
bottle for a full one. Placing the empty and the extra on the mostly 
cluttered coffee table, Jay returned to sitting on the futon. He took 
a swig of his beer and pulled on his bootlaces. He worked the laces 
opened and tossed his boots over to a corner. He took another drink 
and placed his hand on Bob's knee. Bob gave a start and sat up 
straight.

Narrowly avoiding snorting beer through his nose Jay put down his 
beer and grinned at Bob. "Shoes, Lunchbox, I'm gonna take off your 
shoes." 

Silent Bob nodded and watched Jay untie and tug off his shoes and 
throw them off to the side. Bob took a long pull of his beer as Jay's 
hands rubbed his feet. He gave a sigh and closed his eyes. Jay had 
good hands, the slender digits caressed the soles of his feet as Bob 
leaned back into the arm of the futon, relaxing.

Jay snagged his beer off the coffee table and drained it, his other 
hand still rubbing Bob's foot. Placing the empty back on the coffee 
table, Jay left Bob's foot in his lap as he twisted off the cap of 
another beer. Glancing at Bob while he took a swallow he became aware 
that Bob was watching him with a small smile. Jay raised an eyebrow 
at Bob who gestured for him to come closer.

Jay shifted off the couch as Bob changed position slightly. Leaning 
back into Bob again Jay sighed as strong arms embraced him.

"Mmmhmm?" Bob murmured softly into blond hair. Jay's head slid back 
as he took a swallow of beer, nodding as he drank. Bob watched him, 
not wanting to rush, but instead looking forward to taking his time.

"It's all good," Jay replied as Bob's hand stroked his chest. Jay's 
eyes closed, and he relaxed as Bob disposed of their bottles. Bob 
then used both hands as he gently rubbed Jay's chest and arms. Jay 
sighed in contentment. He could feel Bob's lips pressing against his 
temple in a gentle kiss. After a few moments Jay opened his eyes and 
shifted towards Bob. He leaned into Bob and kissed his lips as one 
hand cupped his face, brushing against whiskers.

It was, Jay realized, the sweetest kiss he had ever received. Bob's 
lips pressed firmly against his own, the facial hair brushing against 
him. He shifted again and was now on top of Bob, and felt Bob's hand 
slide to the small of his back. As his tongue pushed into Bob's mouth 
he moaned. Bob held him tighter and Jay's hands suddenly came to life 
as he started tugging at Bob's clothing.

Bob's hands caught Jay's as he broke the kiss. Looking into Jay's 
dilated eyes he asked, out loud, "Are you sure?"

Jay smiled, a rarity indeed. He looked at Bob and replied "More than 
anything in my entire fucking life am I sure that we need to get you 
naked, and I need to get naked. Then we need to fuck for about 4 
days, and then I need to tell you how fucking long I've wanted your 
ass, and how hot I think you look in that fucking coat, and how if 
you ever think about touching another person I will do your ass 
bodily harm..." Jay's rant was cut off by another kiss.

After a long moment, he responded again to the original 
question. "Yes! I'm fucking sure!" The reply gave away to a gasp as 
Bob's mouth buried itself in Jay's neck. Jay gave a low moan, Bob 
stopped and grinned.

Shifting Jay up out of his lap, Bob gave the back of the couch a 
yank. The back dropped as the futon flattened out. "Now I know why 
you pushed for the futon..." Jay had finally puzzled it out. 

Bob's grin became a little wider and he rolled the younger man under 
him. Lying over Jay he propped himself up on an elbow and looked down 
at his friend. Jay was flushed, his breathing just slightly erratic. 
He wet his lips and asked, "Lunchbox, are you gonna kiss me again or 
just gaze at me longingly? I don't mind the gazing part, but can you 
do it with your tongue in my mouth?"

Bob turned away for a second, his frame shaking. And then there was 
this... sound. Jay worried for a moment that something was wrong, and 
then realized that Bob was laughing. For the first time in their 
friendship, Bob was laughing, out loud. The sound was a low, throaty 
sound. Jay liked it, he liked it a lot. He just hoped it was a good 
sign.

"Motherfucker, I've known you for how many fucking years? And all 
this time you hardly ever crack a smile, and you *never* laugh. Now 
we're about to fuck and suddenly you bust a gut. Dude, my ego's all 
sorts of bruised here." Jay complained.

Bob turned back to Jay, shaking his head in amusement. "I'll make it 
up to you... promise." With that he leaned into Jay and kissed him 
softly. Jay wanted none of that and pulled the larger man to him 
tightly and swept his tongue into Bob's mouth. Tongues colliding and 
lots of throaty moaning followed.

Bob broke the kiss and returned to his original plan of attack. His 
mouth kissed along Jay's neck. This brought all sorts of approving 
sounds from Jay. He then swept his tongue along Jay's ear lobe. Jay 
moaned a breathy "oh God, oh God..."

Bob paused, surprised at the response then resumed his attack, 
licking along the upper lobe. Jay's hips began a slow thrust as he 
began to pant. Amused by this, Bob continued.

"Oh God, oh God... just don't...just don't..." Jay was gasping as 
Bob's tongue glided back down the lobe. Softly exhaling into Jay's 
ear, Bob's tongue lightly licked the gentle curve. Jay's entire body 
shuddered. Pleased with this development Bob slowly circled the curve 
again. Beneath him Jay's hips continued to thrust ineffectually 
against him and Jay's voice was giving conflicting instructions.

"Oh God...please Bob... yes... oh God... don't, don't... please... 
there... there... oh God..."

Jay's hands clutched at Bob as his breath came in panting gasps. The 
hot, wet path that was lightly circling his ear again and again came 
slightly faster with each pass. Bob shifted slightly and Jay's cock 
was snugged into Bob's hip. Now making contact Jay's hips ground 
against Bob, each thrust connecting and Jay's voice took on a new 
strain.

"Oh fuck... yes... yes..." Jay moaned as his hips picked up speed.

As Bob reached the bottom of Jay's ear he shifted his jaw and nipped 
firmly. The results were fantastic. Jay's entire body seized up and 
he screamed, hips thrusting up sharply, orgasming. Each successive 
nip Bob made resulted in another hip thrust and a gurgling sound from 
Jay.

Jay's eyes were tightly shut and he was still mumbling, "oh God... oh 
God..." as Bob brushed the long blond hair away from his face. Bob's 
gentle smile was the first thing Jay's eyes fluttered open to.

"Well..." Bob said as his smile curved into a smirk. The sort of 
smirk that Jay recognized. It was the one that Jay himself would use, 
had used, to convey the thought of 'I have something on you that's so 
good, I'll never let you forget it, never let you live it down, and 
indeed, will remember it even when I'm 103, and on my deathbed, and 
you'll still be my bitch for it.'

"Fuck," Jay said slowly, grinning sheepishly as he closed his eyes 
again, embarrassed.

Bob chuckled gently as he kissed Jay's forehead.

"I don't usually blow a load that quick... I just got, ummm, 
excited." Jay finished lamely.

"Really." Bob's deadpan was touched with humor.

"And my ears are, ummm," Jay began as a flush came over his cheeks.

"Sensitive." Bob concluded.

"Uh, yeah." Jay twitched uncomfortably and opened his eyes. 
Swallowing hard he said, "Don't tell no one."

Bob's brown eyes widened innocently. Me?

"I mean it."

Bob looked at Jay seriously. So do I.

Sighing Jay replied, "I am never going to live this down, am I?"

Bob gave a small smile and kissed him. "Sweet," he replied.

"Sweet?" Jay queried.

"You completely lost it. You were so excited, and so into it, and you 
completely lost it. I think that was sweet. Not to mention hot. Do 
you have any idea how hot that was?"

Jay's forehead creased, as he was about to argue the point until Bob 
shifted position slightly and Jay noticed the erection pressing 
against his thigh. Bob was hard, very hard. Jay's response turned 
into wicked grin. "Really?" Then Jay wiggled a little trying to open 
Bob's jeans. "C'mon, I wanna..." Jay was mumbling again as he started 
tugging on Bob's clothing. 

Bob smiled and whispered "Shhh," and kissed Jay. His hands pulled the 
jersey off of Jay's shoulders. Jay moaned into his mouth and began to 
tug up Bob's sweatshirt, thrilled at this new development.

Helping Jay, Bob stripped off his sweatshirt, and shuddered as Jay's 
mouth connected with a nipple. Pulling Jay's face away gently from 
his chest he kissed him quickly and stripped off Jay's T-shirt. 
Flinging the T-shirt over his shoulder he bent and kissed a path down 
Jay's torso. Jay gasped and then moaned as Bob's hands undid his 
jeans. Tugging down the now damp pants and boxers, Bob finally 
succeed in getting Jay naked.

Bob's eyes finally got to take in what they had spent years avoiding. 
Pale skin was a given. In ten years Bob couldn't recall the man under 
him ever willingly standing in the sun. So pale skin was not a 
surprise. The smoothness of it was, Bob noted as his hands ran down 
Jay's frame. Jay responded with a low moan.

Jay had little body hair; his legs and arms only lightly covered, the 
blond hair almost unnoticeable. His underarms had only a small tangle 
of blond hair. The plane of his chest was smooth; nipples hardened 
into peaks already as Bob's fingers momentarily toyed with them, 
eliciting another moan. 

But his favorite part of Jay's body, Bob thought to himself, had to 
be Jay's cock. Which, Bob was amused to note, was down for the count. 
The seven 'average' inches was surrounded by pale blond pubes, and 
was what Bob wanted more than anything else in the world, but he 
could wait... For now.

Taking in the sight of Jay, naked and willing was possibly the 
hottest thing he had ever seen. The heat radiating from Jay's eyes 
was equally gratifying.

"Bob? Are you gonna let me touch you now?" Jay asked with a smile. "I 
mean I know I'm hot to look at, but I really rather get you naked."

Bob smiled back and nodded. He leaned over Jay, kissing him again, 
his hand stroking flesh as his mouth feed on Jay's hungrily. Jay's 
hands flew to Bob's jeans and unzipped him. As Jay's mouth sucked on 
Bob's, Bob shifted to assist in removing his clothing. Suddenly he 
was naked, pants and boxers at his ankles. Jay had somehow used a 
combination of hands and feet to get him stripped. Kicking off the 
clothes Bob raised an eyebrow at this. Jay broke off the kiss and 
smiled. "C'mere," he growled as he pulled Bob down into his embrace. 
Bob's comfortable weight covered him and Jay spent the next few 
moments reveling in the sensation of Bob's naked flesh next to his, 
Bob's cock hot and hard bumping into him. Bob wanted him and Jay 
couldn't think of anything better than that physical confirmation. 
Jay wished he was hard again but was happy to be able to thrust his 
hips into Bob regardless.

Moving quickly Jay rolled Bob onto his back and straddled his thighs. 
Running a hand over Bob's chest he began to mimic Bob's earlier 
caresses. Jay's visual assessment of Silent Bob was brief. Bob was 
big... all over. Everything about the man relayed his strength, his 
muscle. Stroking the muscles of his arms, Jay shuddered. The wide 
chest, the heavy weight of his torso, was caressed under Jay's 
splayed fingers. His hands ran through the dark hair there, toying 
with the strands. The darkened nipples caught his attention as his 
hands glided past them. The muscles in the thighs beneath him rolled 
as Bob's legs shifted.

Jay felt his breath catch as one of Bob's hands stroked his thigh. 
Jay pushed it away, scolding him, "Stop that shit, it's my turn."

Bob smiled indulgently but his eyes warned Jay that indeed, he was 
bigger, and this could all change in a moment. Jay shuddered 
again. "Knock it off and let me..." Jay whispered. Bob relaxed and 
let Jay have his way.

Jay's hands slid down Bob's chest and delved lower and took hold of 
Bob's hard cock. "Dude, you're huge," Jay muttered. Bob rolled his 
eyes. Jay gave a smirk and started sliding backwards, 
whispering "Lucky, lucky me..." and licked the crown, then took Bob 
into his mouth. Bob's eyes rolled again, albeit for different reasons.

The taste of Bob in his mouth and the amazing sounds coming from Bob 
excited Jay even more. He pushed Bob's legs apart and nestled between 
them, getting more comfortable. Taking a little more of Bob into his 
mouth he reached a hand lower and cupped Bob's sac. Bob in turn gave 
another low moan as Jay's other hand stroked his cock in time with 
the bobbing of his mouth.

Soft blond hair trailed over Bob's thighs and the sensation made Bob 
twitch. Jay's mouth swept over him, slowly at first, then quickly, 
then slowly again. Bob's hips began to thrust into the hot wet 
suction. Jay worked him over, taking his time, keeping him at the 
edge of climax. Bob gave another low moan at this treatment. His 
hands cupped the base of the blond head gently as he 
whispered, "Jay... please... Jay."

Jay's mouth sped up slightly, pleased with the verbal response. Bob 
seemed to recognize this and moaned, "So good... oh God, Jay..." and 
noted that the mouth on him was now working with his thrusting hips. 
The sweet pressure and heat continued, and Bob surrendered, his voice 
coming in gasps as Jay's mouth correspondingly increased in 
speed. "Oh God, that's it, oh fuck, Jay, please, come on..." The 
culmination of Jay's hot mouth and nimble hands along with the low 
hum Jay started conspired against him. He lasted only moments longer, 
giving a sharp yell of "Jay!" as he felt his cock explode in that 
sweet mouth.

Jay gagged slightly as a burst of seed hit the back of his throat, 
but made a quick recovery and swallowed as much of the fluid as he 
could. Milking Bob with one hand, he reached his other hand out and 
took one of Bob's hands from his hair, fingers entwining. Jay felt 
Bob's other hand stroking his hair from his face. Releasing Bob's 
cock from his mouth Jay placed a kiss on the head, tonguing the 
remaining fluid away and then looked up to Bob's eyes.

The sight of Jay, with come running down his chin, kissing the head 
of his cock with such tenderness was nearly enough to make Bob come 
again. Giving a groan, Bob sat up and hooked his hands under Jay's 
arms and pulled the blond on top of him. Jay moaned as Bob's mouth 
caught his in a searing kiss and shuddered. Relaxing, Bob held Jay 
close, sighed and closed his eyes, ready for a well-earned rest. 

Jay's head was tucked in Bob's shoulder. He listened to Bob's slowing 
heartbeat as Bob held him tightly. "That was fucking amazing..." Jay 
yawned. 

Bob's hand stroked down his spine. Yes.

Jay shivered and closed his eyes, under the sensations of Bob's hands 
caressing his body. Listening to Bob's breathing he told him 
softly, "I love you," before drifting off to sleep. 

Bob, almost asleep, heard him and whispered back "I know, I love you 
too." 

Jay sighed and fell into slumber exhausted, sated and feeling, for 
the very first time in his life, loved.

END