Title:  Mardi Gras
Author:  Grampy Volvo
Pairing:  none other than Jay and Silent Bob
Rating:  NC-17
Archive:  Grampy Volvo's Twisted Tales
Warning:  First songfic.  PLEASE be gentle with feedback.  Also, I 
tried to time things as realistically as possible.  Oh yeah, and I 
wrote this from 11pm-1am so if something just doesn't sound 
right, let me know.
Disclaimer:  I don't even own my place of residence, let own Jay, 
Silent Bob, Mardi Gras itself, the motel (if it actually exists, I
don't 
know anything about it) or the song I used.

There was still cheering, laughing and (of course) flashing when 
Jay and Silent Bob staggered away from the crazy crowd.  Jay's 
arm had slid down around Bob's hips and his head was resting 
on his shoulder.  No doubt, he was drunk off his ass.  Bob didn't 
mind.  Jay was a loving drunk, and he knew from experience.

When the two arrived at the cheap sleazy Rising Sun motel, bob 
was grateful to see all his possessions still intact.  He knew this 
place was a little shady, so he had to guard his shit.  Jay fell 
inebriatedly onto the large bed in the center of the room and 
started laughing uncontrollably.

"Hey, Lunchbox!"  Jay yelled.  "Where's my beer?"

Bob silently gave jay a look that induced even more laughter.  
After another fit of cackling, Jay took in a gulp of air and 
whispered harshly, "Oh yeah . . . I drank it!"  He proceeded to 
giggle much like a schoolgirl.  Bob tried in vain to ignore him 
while he tried to get his CD player to work.

"What're you doing?"  Jay asked.  He got up from the bed, came 
up behind his friend and hugged him from behind.  This was the 
kind of drunk Bob had endured Mardi Gras for.  Of course, he 
didn't answer the blonde but kept fiddling with the CD player.  At 
last the twang of a guitar emanated from the player.  Bob took 
Jay by the hand, sat him on the bed and kissed him softly on the 
lips.  Jay smiled and kissed him back, this time, with tongue.

*There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun*

Soon there was a small pile of clothes in the corner of the room.  
The two sat bare-chested before each other; the neon light of the 
"Vacancy" sign flashed red on Jay's pale skin through the 
window.  Bob didn't know why he was being so tender with a 
drunk, but for some reason, he felt the need to shower Jay in 
kisses.  He kissed his neck -- "Oh yes" (Jay was verbal enough 
for the both of them) -- down to his shoulder -- "Fuck yeah" -- until 
he was sucking on his collarbone.  "Damn, that's good."  The 
slow words rolled off Jay's tongue with that sexy New Jersey 
flavor Bob couldn't resist.

*My mother was a tailor
She sewed those new blue jeans*

Bob ran his tongue further until his mouth enveloped Jay's soft 
pink nipple.  He tasted beer, he tasted sweat, but better than that, 
he tasted good, weet Jay.  Jay sat moaning with his chest 
heaving, feeling the sweet heat of an active tongue on his 
sensitive flesh.  Much to his delight, Bob began to go even lower.  
When Bob unbuckled Jay's jeans, Jay's eye widened with 
anticipation.

*The only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk*

Jay cried out when Bob's tongue touched his head.  With just a 
slight motion, Bob had almost made him come.  Little by little, he 
took Jay's length into his mouth and began feverishly sucking.  
The feeling of Bob's tongue sent shivers down his spine.  
Ordinarily he would be talking but this time he couldn't find the 
words.  So he sat there speechlessly (for the first time since 
birth, it seems) and let his moans covey his emotions.

"Ugh, shit, I'm -- I'm gonna -- Oh fuck!"  Jay came explosively 
against the back of Bob's throat.

*It's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And me, Oh God, I am one.*

Jay and Bob laid together on the bed staring up at the ceiling.  
Jay flopped his head to one side to look at the clock:  1:36am.

"Dude, we gotta fucking sleep."  Jay's voice was now more 
drowsy than drunk, and he yawned heavily.  Silent Bob raised an 
eyebrow at him, as if to ask why.

"If we don't sleep, how are we gonna get the damn energy to do 
this shit tomorrow?"  Jay slurred with a smirk, then wrapped his 
arm around Silent Bob's waist before falling fast asleep.

FIN