Title: Naked On Your Chain 
Author: Flameboi
Feedback: Yes
E-mail: relentless_entropy@yahoo.com & http://flameon.8m.net
Summary: PWP
Pairing: Jay/Silent Bob 
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. Kevin Smith, Miramax, and 
other people own Jay and Silent Bob. Only this story is mine and 
original. 
Spoilers: none
Distribution: post anywhere as long as I am credited of course
Archive: Yes

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Naked On Your Chain


Jay blinked open his eyes and sat up, or, he started to do 
just that, but, the handcuffs holding his wrists to the headboard 
stopped him semi-prone, and woke him fully in under a second. "What 
the FUCK?" he muttered, noticing that he was also naked, not that 
this was a bad thing. Actually, the handcuffs weren't a bad thing 
either, or, wouldn't have been, if Bob had been there with him, but, 
Bob was nowhere to be seen. "LUNCHBOX! GODAMNIT!" yelled Jay, loud 
with the first surge of real panic: what if it wasn't his lover who'd 
cuffed him, what if something had happened to Bob, what if.. 

Silent Bob walked into the room finishing off a sandwich, 
and came over to the bed, looking down at the beautiful squirming 
blond; he didn't speak, just raised an eyebrow as if to ask what was 
wrong, smirked to show he already knew, traced strong fingers down 
Jay's taut abs as reassurance. "How the fuck'd you cuff me without 
waking me?" Jay asked, shivering under the touch, but relaxing, too, 
the fear gone now. Bob, not surprisingly, just shrugged, and got onto 
the bed kneeling next to Jay, looking down at him, dark gaze 
traveling down the long lithe body, and back up, staring down into 
Jay's eyes. "Mm.. Lunchbox.. What're you gonna do with me now, am I 
your fucktoy?" Jay licked his lips; Bob nodded, grinning, reaching 
down and wrapping a large hand around Jay's already hard cock, 
getting a gasp and a low moan from the blond chained to the bed. 

Jay writhed and arched up, spreading his legs wide as he 
thrust slowly into Bob's touch, a clear bead of precum forming at
the head of his swollen prick, he moved only his hips, and his mouth, 
murmuring to his quiet lover, "Ohh fuck that feels good fuuuck.. 
Please .. godamn, suck my cock," trailing off into a low wail 
of "Fuuuuuckkkk" as Bob leaned down and took the head between
his lips, then slid his mouth down and down, until Jay's cock was 
surrounded by his wet throat, with Bob swallowing and humming around 
it, slurping up and back down, while Jay was yowling like a cat. All 
too soon the mouth was gone, and Jay was left panting, moaning, "Shit 
Lunchbox you're KILLING me.." while Bob just smiled mysteriously, 
and, then, infuriatingly, got off the bed to rummage in a dresser 
drawer. "Bob, what the fuck are you doing?" No answer. 

Bob came back a half minute later, with a tube of lube, the 
large purple vibrating latex dildo, and a long black silk scarf, 
grinning at Jay who was blinking at him in surprise, "Um, Bob?" he 
murmured, as Bob knelt again on the bed and gently wrapped the scarf 
around his face, pulled it up so only Jay's eyes were covered, and 
tied it at the side, not too tightly. Once the blindfold was in 
place, Jay had to bitch, "I can't fucking see." and was surprised to 
hear a low reply, "That's the point," and then he felt Jay's hand 
between his legs, slick and cold with the lube, two thick fingers 
sliding into his hole carefully, stretching him, drawing another long 
wail from Jay's throat as he tried to thrust down onto the invading 
fingers, his cock back to full rock hard attention. More lube, more 
stretching, and then Bob replaced his fingers with the lube-coated 
sex toy, sliding it in and turning it on. 

Jay groaned loudly and half thrashed in his bonds, bruising 
his pale wrists, as the dildo thrust in against his prostrate 
buzzing, "Shh, I got you, its ok," came the low sexy murmur, and Jay 
was surprised Bob was talking that much, but didn't really have the 
mind to contemplate it, as Bob moved between his legs, pressing the 
toy angled so the vibrating head was right *there*, and bent down to 
lick the precum from Jay's dick, then slowly suck the head into his 
mouth; Jay wailed and groaned as Bob deepthroated him, and strained 
up trying to see though, of course, he couldn't. Jay's hips moved, 
rocking with little thrusts until Bob pinned him down, leaving the 
vibrator unattended as he did, still slurping up and down, 
torturously slowly. Bob began to suck harder after Jay begged loudly, 
almost screaming his need, thrusting the dildo in and out harder and 
faster; Jay felt his balls drawing up, felt his cock throbbing about 
to cum, and then, nothing. Cold, hot, blind, nothing. Bob's mouth was 
gone, the dildo was gone, and Jay sobbed and cursed, while Bob knelt 
between his legs, hand trailing over his chest and teasing his 
nipples into hard pink nubs, but not touching him otherwise. 

"Fuck me please godamnit, bastard, suck me, fuck me..fuck 
me.. PLEASE!" Jay demanded, his voice ragged with lust and 
desperation, wriggling and writhing; Bob let him struggle only a 
moment while he slid off his own sweats, and coated his thick, hard, 
large cock with slick lube, smiling at Jay's hissed "yesss!" as he 
lifted the blond's legs up onto his shoulders, and pressed the tip of 
his cock to the ring of muscle while he cradled Jay's buttocks in his 
big hands, spreading him, holding him up and then sliding his cock 
into Jay's hole in one hard thrust, getting the desired hoarse scream 
of pain flavored ecstasy from Jay. Jay thrashed and shoved down onto 
Bob's cock as his larger lover stilled, begging, "Fuck me please.. 
godamn .. hard, please!" he wailed, gasping as Bob thrust into his 
tight heat again, and reached one hand to circle around Jay's 
straining prick as he began to do just as Jay wanted, slamming into 
him in hard, fast, relentless thrusts and jerking Jay off in time to 
the thrusts. 

Jay yowled, and gasped, mouth open, cumming, spurts 
spattering onto his own chest and one shot of cum landing on his 
lips, his tongue snaking out to taste it, while he spasmed around 
Bob's prick inside him; Bob grunted and thrust in again, again, and 
was cumming too, shooting his load deep into Jay and then leaning in 
to kiss him, lick at his cum, rolling off so Jay could breathe. Side 
by side they panted softly, sweaty and sticky with semen, until Jay 
muttered, "Daamn. Lunchbox you are one hot motherfucker, FUCK do I 
love you!" in appreciation; Bob pulled the blindfold off of him, and 
Jay blinked, grinning loopily in sated pleasure. Bob reached up to 
touch the sweat-damp blond hair and murmured, "Love you too," smiling 
down at the beauty beside him, leaning in and kissing Jay's throat. 
Bob unlocked the cuffs, and Jay slid his arms down, nestling in next 
to Bob, who curled around him, holding him protectively close, both 
of them half drowsing, exactly where they belonged.